Lagos Babe (Love & Pain Book One)

04

Cynthia Okoli

Last night didn't go as I expected. No, it went better. And now, I have a date with Ricko to look foward to.

After our little agreement, we left the balcony and he took me to get a drink. We danced a bit and then I left but overall I had the best night.

I'd like to think that Ricko and I have a connection. I really hope it wasn't one sided. You see, most girls believe that being pretty is attractive enough to guys but the truth is, it isn't. It isn't enough to make a guy like you for who you are and in the rare cases where it is, it isn't enough to keep his interest, especially in a world filled with beautiful females.

A lot of guys these days are more interested in the exterior looks rather than who you are inside and that's not something that I want to get myself into.

My relationships in the past have been so unsuccessful in that regard and I'm 25 years old for crying the fuck out loud. My family and relatives are all on my neck to at least date someone but what they don't understand is that in this Lagos, the struggle is real. A lot of the good guys are in relationships with girls who don't plan on ever settling down with them to their ignorance. So, the ones who actually want to settle down, like myself, can't find any good ones left.

I really hope Ricko turns out to be a good one.

Being that it's Sunday, I have church today and then dinner with my parents. At least that's something to look foward to so I quickly get out of my bed and arrange it. Going into the kitchen, I open the fridge and just stare at it trying to figure out what to make.

My fridge is always stocked up. That's something that's always a must for me. Being a chef, I might just have an idea for something to make at any moment so I have to always be prepared so I won't need to always go to the market.

After some contemplation, I decide to make some french toast and coffee. I don't want to eat much so I'll have an appetite this evening to eat up my mother's food.

I begin cooking, quickly getting everything made. Soon it's all ready and I'm settled down on the dinning.

It's nice living alone sometimes. I get a lot of privacy and since it's all my space, I can do whatever I want and not have to answer to anybody. But truthfully, it gets lonely at times. Sometimes, I just want to hear a noise, anything, just so it would be less quiet.

Apparently, today it was the ringing of my phone.

+234 809 6456 394 wants to facetime.

Why would a foreign number want to facetime me? I briefly wonder, contemplating on if I should pick or not.

Finally, I pick it up and at first I don't see anyone and then Ricko's face appears.

Holy shit.

I quickly remove the camera from my face and start panicking. I look a mess!

Oh no! My hair! I still have my hair net on. I feel like crying. Don't guys know not to facetime a girl out of the blue in the morning? That's a recipe for a heart attack.

"Hello?" I hear Ricko ask. He must be so confused as to why I ran away.

"Hey." I say nervously as I cover the camera with my finger so I can see him but he can't see me.