My name is Dayo. I’m a typical Nigerian guy and I cherish my
Fridays a lot; I get to hang out with the sickest guys every Friday night and
secondly, It’s another escape from my nagging and boring wife. I get confused
sometimes on whether she’s my mother or my wife. Don’t get it twisted; I love
her pieces. It just gets complicated; like I wish we never got married…marriage
has turned her into something that doesn’t amuse me. I wish she was still the
adventurous, charming, high spirited lady I dated for five years.
A lot of people say it’s unethical for married guys to be
found in a club, but I wish everyone won’t be too quick to judge and understand
that people look for fun to run away from their problems; they just want to
breathe, like me.
I forgot to say that I work in Guarantee Trust Bank along
Lekki, I love my job and my job loves me, maybe it’s because I’m the senior
banking officer. lol.... This particular morning, a lady breezed into my
office. My heart raced faster because I had not sighted anything this beautiful
in a long while. She wasn’t the typical slender Barbie, in fact, she was a bit
chubby but her smile, cuteness and…I was tripped.
“Hi Good morning! Your ATM has swallowed my card!” She
laughed, unlike a typical customer that would ram you.
I just tried to form Boss laughter…
“Good morning, you know what? I’d personally make sure they
get it out for you, but not today. Can you wait till Monday?” I smiled
“GTB shaaa! OK, can I
just drop my number so you could call me up or just text when its ready so I
don’t come twice? Please? My name is Nancy” She blinked her eyes in a funny
way.
“Sure” I smiled
We exchanged numbers. What a lucky Friday....
So it was 10:00pm and I headed to the club…as usual my
friends were chilling for me. My wife had called a couple of times, I just
ignored it. She knows I’m never home Friday nights.
“Look at you!” I heard someone say. I raised my head and it
was the ATM lady-Nancy.
“Wow, look at you too!” I was surprised to see her but I was
happy I didn’t have to wait till Monday to see her again.
“Happy Friday!” She screamed because of the noise, “Wanna
dance?”
I didn’t even have the chance to answer, she already pulled
me to dance floor. I really suck at dancing but she helped me; she was a great
dancer! I had fun! At some point we decided to go to a private area and we
talked, ranging from work, business to personal life. I tried to hide my ring
as much as possible; I certainly didn’t want this to end now.
“You are a really wonderful lady. You are so interesting…any
guy would want to be with you all day” I said.
“I wasn’t always like this but I have learned the hard way
that life is just too short to be sad” she sang
Then her phone rang…
“Hey baby! Yeah I’m at the private lounge, I’d like you to
meet someone…alright boo” she talked excitedly as usual.
I was in shock until this tall handsome man walks up to her
and kisses her.
“You were late. Meet Dayo; I met him this morning, he’s
helping with your ATM I told you got swallowed and Dayo this is my B to the O-O,”
she laughed “Meet my husband Kolade, we only come here to dance every fortnight
Friday; away from work, stress and kids.”
“Wow, a pleasure” I managed to shake him
Then she stood now excitedly holding her husband’s arms.
“Why don’t we invite Dayo for Mimi’s 16th birthday tomorrow?” Her husband said
they have kids too? How long have they been married and they look like a couple
just dating!
“Silly me, please come for my second daughter’s 16th tomorrow. It would be an
honor” She brought out an I.V from her purse.
I began to feel so ashamed of myself…this was another guy like me, getting
it....
right with one woman.
I collected the I.V and promised to be there.
“See you tomorrow! Have you had something to eat Kolade?”
she talked and dragged her husband along.
They left and I kept staring at the thin air like I had seen
a ghost. They come just to dance together every fortnight Fridays? Why didn’t I
think of that! Temi loves to dance…she also likes long walks, she loves to
talk…she loves jazz music, there’s this vivid picture I have of me putting her
hand on my chest when we danced at a jazz club on our first year anniversary…I
found myself typing all the things I knew Temi loved to do on my Ipad and I
realized I had denied her of all…I had made her the old woman she acts.
What on earth was I doing here! I didn’t even tell my
friends goodbye, I walked out of the club into my Jaguar. Temi’s call came
through and I picked at first ring.
“Temi?” My heart raced
“I know you are not coming home…”
“I am, stay up so we can gist. Been a while” I decided to do
everything on that list and to even add many more for the rest of my lifetime
with her.
“Are you alright?” She was shocked I suppose
“And I’d like us to go for a birthday party tomorrow. I want
you to meet this amazing couple”
“You sound different Dayo”
“Maybe I’m different”
“Don’t say it! don’t say it! when you come we will gist very well” she laughed
She laughed!!! In just that laughter that I hadn’t heard in a while, she
sounded like the lady I married six years ago…
THE END
