Osaze dressed in an expensive tuxedo with a blue tie entered the restaurant. The interior was very beautiful with appealing shades of lights. Close to the door, he stood as his eyes darted to the left, right and then the center. A lady dressed in a northern regalia with patches of gold and black and a veiled face smiled at him as their eyes met. He smiled back and walked towards her direction. It was some sort of a hideout. He drew a chair and sat, she smiled at him again. It was the charming Zainab,
He pouted his lips and apologised,
Osaze: “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long?”
She smiled and said,
Zainab: “You should never keep a beautiful lady waiting you know?”
He rubbed his hands against each other and didn’t know if he should smile or hold back but chimed,
Osaze: “ I am sorry. You know like I said I have never gone on a date with any other person asides my wife for the past years.”
She smiled at him,
Zainab: “ It’s okay!” she smiled again and he noticed her beautiful and white set of teeth, “So, what would you be taking?” she beckoned on the waiter.
Osaze: “I insist to take care of the bills,please. Since this is our first!”
Zainab: “This was my idea remember? And c’mon I thought you were a liberal person. One who didn’t mind if it was a woman who foot the bills.”
Osaze: “Well maybe I am a true African!” he smiled as she giggled,
Zainab: “or one is who has adopted the ideology of my people?”
Osaze: “and that would be?”
Zainab: “Where it is all about the men and the women are relegated to the background!”
Osaze: “Oh that?” he raised his shoulders, “I have spent close to twenty years in your land and have embraced with both hands the culture of your people so it’s natural that the patriarchal ideology rubs off on me,you know?” he smiled.
They laughed. She ordered for an expensive wine. And the wine was brought in a small bucket full of ice with a ribbon on it,
“You don’t take alcohol and that is because you fall among the folds of Christians that believe taking anything alcoholic is a sin,” she spewed out the information, smiled and laid back, “thank you,” she told the waiter.
Osaze was shocked,
“And every last Saturday of the month you bring your wife here and the second Saturday of the month it is always the family outing. You guys eat out and have fun. You sure are the most romantic man after Obama!” she held the wine as Osaze held his breath, how did she get to know a lot about him? He thought.
Osaze: “I can’t remember telling you all these about me or my family?”
Zainab: “ Yes, you didn’t divulge any of these to me. You know when one takes interest in a particular person that one takes time to know a lot about that person!”
Osaze: “So should I feel like you are stalking me?”
Zainab: “Stalking,” he pouted and nodded, “stalking, that sounds like a rather too harsh word. I’d prefer ured in her own glass too.
Osaze: “It’s a sin,” their glasses clicked.
Zainab: “Cheers to a great friendship,”she gave a seductive smile.
Osaze: “Yeah,”and at the same time they sipped. She lowered her glass and stared at him.
Zainab: “But your Bible says Jesus turned water to wine in a wedding in Galilee.”
Osaze took a sip again and said,
Osaze: “it wasn’t alcohol!” he said softly.
Zainab: “How can you be that sure? Your Bible is against being drunk remember Ephesians 5: 18!”
Osaze: “Wow, that’s impressive you read the Bible too?”
Zainab smiled and took a sip,
Zainab: “I read anything and everything! A ferocious reader, you can call me!”
Osaze: “And about the wine, Proverbs 20 verse 1 states that Wine is a mocker and beer a brawler; whoever is led astray by them is not wise.”
Zainab: “we should let the wine issue be for now. Someday, someday I’ll give you twenty scriptures from your own Bible that talk about wine and most in support!”
Osaze: “I’ll be waiting!”
Zainab: “So tell me how did you come to settle you here? Why Jigawa?”
Osaze: “I came here as a corper and after service the then governor Sule Lamido started a television station,Jigawa TV and I was employed. We were sent to South Africa for some months training in broadcast. And after working for a few years, I just wasn’t satisfied…”
Zainab looking at him with keen interest,
Zainab: “… and you took up photography?”
Osaze: “Yes I am here today!”
After a long conversation. They went into a well furnished room. The restaurant was a part of a five-star hotel. Zainab glued him to the wall and kissed him passionately.
He sat in the studio that afternoon and the only thought on his mind was Zainab’s. what’s wrong with him? He was taking a portrait of a lady. He spent minutes adjusting the setting of the camera. It was a Canon D7. He pointed to one of the lights and said disinterestedly to one of his workers,
Osaze: “adjust the light. Yes, bring it closer! Thank you!”
As he posed to shoot, the face he saw was Zainab’s. After taking a few shots, he couldn’t get what he wanted he handed the camera to one of the workers and left for his office. He wanted to see her but a part of him was afraid. Any affair with Zainab could leave his life quite messy.
“Oh, my God!” he buried his head in his hands as he sat on the table. His phone rang. Hoping it would be Zainab, he rushed at it but stared and refusing to pick the call since it wasn’t Zainab. It rang and rang and after the fifth missed calls, he picked,
Osaze: “Hey, Sweety!” he said dryly.
It was Grace.
Was Osaze having an affair with Zainab already? Was the date real or just a dream? Do you think he is falling for her?
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