CALL ME SAM…

Ha fa na? meaning how are you? incase your pidgin is getting
rusty. I get tory to nak una…

So during valentine, yes the one wey just pass, I na went to
the aiport to catsh my flight, I got there on time. But there’s nothing more
annoying than getting somewhere early and then there’s a delay; as I heard Aero
contractors almost always delay. Your flight can be 1:00pm and dem go shift am
to 6pm…

My flight was delayed so I decided to buy etisalat sim card,
while I was there I noticed this man…. Scratch that. I noticed this daddy was
using corner eye to look at me and the kind of smile he gave me was
inappropriate for his age. I mean… to a girl like me.

Anyhow sha I bought the card and went to the lounge. I sat
on their iron chair and started reading Genevieve Magazine; in fact I bought it
specially cos our very own Lohi feature was there (did you guys see it? Proud
I know her!), so I was jejely reading it oh…

Like 2 minutes later this daddy came and sat beside me… I
flipped to the next page.

“Hi”… he said “…pretty girl”… he looked me from up to down
and back up again

“Good afternoon sir”, small thing remain I for digwe but I
ended it with a firm “Sir”…

“Off to Abuja?” He asked…

Abuja ke?

“No Sir, I’m going to Portharourt”… I turned his way, daddy
ti pa lori, his bia bia had some greys in it and all his nose hair were
fighting to see the world…nyama nyama tins. However, he was very eloquent.

“Ah… I see, can I ask what you’re going for?”

Ewo ni question ni si?

“I’m going to visit my fiancé”

“Oh”…. He looked and me and smiled one kain smile like that,
I continued reading my magazine.

“Can I get you anything?”

Ehn?

“No Sir”…did I  look like I want something?

“I insist”…

LOL.

“Ok Sir get me water”

He smiled that agbaya smile again and started walking
eagerly to the restaurant. Orisi risi… see me oh. Controlling this daddy. I
looked around and one iya was giving me evil eye, I quickly gummed my eyes to
the magazine.

He came back with the water, I told him thank you and put
the water in my bag. If na him wife send am dis kain message he probably will not go. 

“Thank you sir”

“Naaaa! Don’t call me sir, call me Sam”,

Oloshi… call him sam ke? Him wey old pass my father. Na wah!

“I know you have a fiancé, but I’ll tell you what, give me
your number and I’ll call you in a weeks time, hopefully you’ll be done with
him and we can have fun” he said with a mischievous wink in his eyes.

Abi baba yi ti ya were? Just like that? Abeg is that how it
works these days? No respect for my afe s’ona?

As the daddy dey talk, my flight was boarding, I quickly
told him thank you, and sprinted off before he could say Jack robinson. I threw the water in the bin.

This na somebody father. Somebody husband. Most probably
somebody granpa… jati jati!