OMARI

3: OMARI

"...Ay and Omari is making sure he leaves Ghana with a world breaking record of the ladies he's laid," Malik teased, "Nigga wants to make sure he reaches Guinness level," laughter erupted in the suv, with the exception of Omari of course.

"He wants that Ghana flavor," Zion added.
"Y'all finished?" Omari cut in, clearly pissed off, "Cause y'all are real close to catching these hands."

"Nah what you need to do is put us on that game. Y'all should have seen the lady he pulled at Kojo," Malik mentioned.
"Oh?" everybody else chimed.
"That lady was fine from behind, could've sworn I saw a crevice at the back of that dress," Malik added.
"Malik, no!" Luca chortled, as the others began to laugh.
"You are such a perv, you know that Malik?" Omari said with a hint of disgust.

"Well help us out big man. Put us on that grown man rizz you be using on these women," Sean bumped shoulders with Omari since they were seated beside each other.

"We're have arrived!" the chauffeur announced, putting the conversation on hold.

-

The beach was breathtaking. As they entered they received complementary drinks and found a spot to settle down until the live performances would begin. There was five of them; Omari, Malik, Zion, Sean and Luca.

The sun had not completely set, and so the sky was a mix of dark blues and magenta. People were dancing, eating, some were by the shore of the beach while music filled the place.

As Omari sat there, his mind was far off. He couldn't believe who he had spoken to moments ago. He felt as though time stood still for them, that it was destiny.

He knew years had gone by and he had met alot of ladies, but none could compare to Yandi. She had set the standard for him since he first laid eyes on her, despite the obvious that she was way older than he was.

But as he got older his feelings intensified, it was definitely not obsession because he barely had the chance to have a conversation past 'hello'.
He only saw her hang out with his sister and have hopes and dreams.

His feelings did however subside a little when puberty hit. Hormones sure had a way of changing the appearance of a boy. Around that time his sister and Yandi had moved to either get jobs or pursue their master's degree, so they never saw each other as much.
So in that period he explored where he could, and boy did he explore. That's also where he met the friends he still hung around to date.

One could say they were the definition of the high school heartthrobs, the level which had girls screaming when Omari and his friends were to even look in their direction.
And it only got worse in undergrad.
They just upgraded to the ladies' man.

But in all this, Omari did occasionally think of Yandi. There were times his sister Laurie would make mention of Yandi, he would see pictures of them together but that was all there was to it. Aside from that, they hadn't met since Laurie got married when he was around 12 or 13, so it'd make sense that she wouldn't recognize him as much.

He then thought to himself about how their encounter was quite sus, 'Shouldn't she be married by now?'

"Mari!"
"Hm?" He perked. It was Luca calling him.
"He is so far," Malik joked.
"Y'all need to get out my face. What do I look like to y'all, your mama?" Omari scowled.
"Ay, don't upset the Zen Master, we need him to break the bread now," Sean said.
"What?" Omari chuckled with a confused expression.