After I left the office I got stuck in traffic for about two and a half hours. The
only thing is, this time it was my fault. I should have known better than to hit the
road during rush hour. I had to call Chris and cancel, anyway. I got home at 8:12
exactly. Layefa was already home. I let myself in and slumped on the living room
couch. I didn’t even take my shoes off. I was just sooo tired.
“Dee?” Layefa called coming down the stairs with a towel tied firmly round his
waist. He probably heard me driving in. “Huh?”I muttered sleepily from the couch.
“Where are you naww?” His eyes danced around before he finally spotted me. “Whatchu
doing there? You tired?” he asked walking over to me. He pulled me up gently and
wrapped his arms around me. “I need a driver” I nodded as i nuzzled my head into his
chest. “Awww. Poor thing.” He patted my back and kissed my hair.
He finally got me up to the bedroom.
“So how was your meeting?” Layefa asked as he pulled off my shoes. I hissed. “Can
you believe I couldn’t even make it? I spent the entire evening on the road!” “Ah
ahn. The trafficwasn’t that bad when I left Lagoon oh” “Oh. You guys went to Lagoon
restaurant?” I sat up. “Yeah. Daniel’s always loved it. Saida seemed to be a big fan
of theirs too.” “Huh? What? What does Saida have to do with anything?”, I spat like
her name was venom. Layefa seemed to notice the fire in my eyes. I really did not
like hearing about that Saida chic. He quirked an eyebrow, “I told you she was
coming naww. Daniel met her at my office and seemed really taken with her so he
asked her to join us”. “Hmmnn” I muttered as I headed for the bathroom. “She really
wanted to meet you oh. I think you guy’s will really blend. Daniel too was also
really looking forward to seeing you after all this time.” He followed me. “Mmhm” I
mumbled as I massaged my scrub into my face. I rinsed off the scrub then turned to
face him. “Yeah, Daniel sent me some invite to an album launch party. Didn’t even
know he had my e-mail.” “Oh. I was surprised too when he told me. He said y’all used
to talk way back”. I nodded, “Yeah, way way back. Like during that wedding time. How
is he though? He changed much?” “He’s just the same mehn. Daniel can’t change. If
you see how he was whining Saida!”.
We changed into out PJs and slipped under the covers. “Oh. So he’s liking that one?”
I scoffed. If Layefa was noticing the air of hostility that I put on whenever it
came to Saida, he sure wasn’t acting like it. “You know Daniel naww. He doesn’t
waste time.” “That’s their business abeg. ’Night hon.” I stretched then rested my
head on Layefa’s chest. “Awww. You’re really tired oh. You didn’t even tell me bout
your interview with that photographer dude again” He stroked my hair ten turned out
the lights. “I’ll tell you tomorrow” I mumbled.
“So his maternal grandmother was the only full-fledged Nigerian in his family tree?”
Layefa asked as he sipped his coffee. I had been telling him about Chris Laire ever
since we got up. “Yes! Can you believe that? And his attitude is sooo Nigerian!” I
bit into my croissant. “Standing up every time you got up? Nigerian? Uh…I don’t
think so!” “Oh? So you think that is such a big deal? He’s just a true gentleman!”.
Layefa rolled his eyes and picked up his newspaper. “Alright baby. Whatever.” He
sounded bored. I brushed the edge of his pants with my shoes, “Am I boring you? Have
I been talking way too much?”