" At least give me a lift mana" I was currently begging my mom to escort me to the hospital like she always does. She has vehemently refused. She won't even give me a lift!
"You have to start doing these things yourself. University zaki tafi ( you're going to the university)"
This time I rolled my eyes. She gave me some money for taxi and left. I was about to flag down a taxi when I got an idea.
"Call founder's favorite" I said to google. It started to ring. I know she's thinking 'ah, an English name I can pronounce'. You need to see how she butchers people's name's on this thing. Its ridiculous
Ff : hi babe
S : Hey, um where are you?
Ff : around, why?
S: I need a ride to the hospital. Please
Ff :....
What am I doing? I'm supposed to stay away from him! Now look at me looking dumb. What was I thinking?
S : you know what? Forget I asked. I'll just...
Ff : shut up. I'm on my way.
I absolutely hate when people tell me to shut up. Even as a joke I find it mad disrespectful. Totally forgetting about staying away from Hammad, I sat on the guard's chair outside the gate, waiting for him to come and tell me who he told to shut up, because it can't be Samirah.
Few minutes later, a Honda pulled up in front of me. A black one. 2008, 2009 accord? I'm not sure. But it's such a pretty car. And there's nothing as beautiful as a shiny black car.
He came out looking like a snack as usual. He was sporting a black kaftan, white gold wrist watch, a flawless hair cut and a killer smile. Man this guy is out to kill me. And I'm sure he got that hair cut just not because the edges were sharp!
He smiled more when he saw me and I smiled back. Where is his cap though? Not that I was complaining. His hair was perfect, thick black shiny curls and a taper fade covering his entire head. He had a clean face and goatee, light mustache. The Abuja boy national anthem of haircuts.
With the way I'm on Abuja boys' matter you'd think I'd be running for the hills the moment one texts me yet here we are.
I wanted to touch his hair. Can I touch your hair?
'That is creepy'
I looked down at my self, nothing special. A simple blue gown and a black veil. Like I said, plane Jane. Plus, who dresses up to go to the hospital?
His cologne hit my whole being when he closed up. Armani baby! Or not but damn. Marry me... it took everything in me to not sniff him.
"What is that?"
"What?"
"Your perfume. Heavenly"
He smiled sheepishly.
"Baby I'm a walking Gucci store, and you're looking beautiful as always" I rolled my eyes.
'Play Boy' I thought.
"shall we? Wani asibiti( what hospital?)"
"State house" I replied. He made an 'oh' face as we got into the car. Oh my God I'm getting into a car with a guy. When did I spoil like this? Ikon Allah. The car reeked of him. Cologne and hair spray? Weird but intoxicating combo. I reveled in it.
"You use hairspray?" I asked only slightly amused. Explains the shine curls.
"I decline to answer"
"You know that is also an answer right?"
