Daniel called on Friday evening. I told him of our meeting place. “Mr. Paul will accompany me,” he said.
“See you tomorrow then,” I said.
“Good night, Miss Daniella.”
“Good night, Mr Daniel.”
I woke up on Saturday morning and I realised my mind was at ease. I checked my wardrobe and I picked a simple royal blue gown, took my bath and dressed up with silver accessories to form a perfect combination. I styled my hair and wore little make up.
“I think I’m good to go,” I said, checking out myself in front of the mirror.
I told my mum that I was going to see a friend, but I explained everything to my younger sister. With this, I left the house.
When I got to the restaurant, I called him and he told me he was already there. So I went in, still talking to him on phone so that I could easily identify him. He got the idea and waved when he saw me on phone. I moved towards his table. Another man sat beside him, I guess he’s Mr. Paul.
“Miss Daniella!” He said and smiled.
“Mr Daniel!” I said and smiled back.
“Meet Mr. Paul.”
“I thought as much,” I said and exchanged greetings with him.
“Let me take my leave now. I have a friend around here, I want to seize this opportunity to check on him,” Mr. Paul explained.
“Give me a call when you are through,” he said to Daniel and left.
He pulled out a sit for me. I sat facing him.
“Wow! He exclaimed. A good heart with a beautiful face. I was sure I’m gonna meet a beautiful lady but I never knew you’re going to be this beautiful.”
“I’m sorry for over reacting,” he pleaded. “But you are breathtakingly beautiful.”
“Thanks for the compliment “ I said with a kind smile.
We placed our orders and we began to chat. I scanned him while we were eating; he’s handsome and indeed looked like someone who lives in the State: fresh skin, nice nails, lovely hair cut. He looks perfect.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said.
I told him everything I think he should know about me.
“A beautiful lady like you will definitely be in a relationship. I envy the lucky guy, I must confess.”
“A handsome man like you will definitely be in a relationship too,” I countered.
“Oh! Smart move! I can see you are very smart, Miss.”
I smiled and sipped my drink.
“Don’t you want to know anything about me?” he asked
“I’m all ears, if you want to tell me something about yourself.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you. Like I said earlier, I’m a Nigerian – Yoruba – from Ekiti state to be precise, but I was born and raised in the US. My parents and sibling are also in the State.
My name is Daniel Ayomiposi Johnson. I work with an IT company in America. But I’ve always wanted to come back home. A friend of mine in the State introduced me to some of his clients here in Nigeria. Now, I’m here to start my own IT firm fully.
Mr. Paul is my friend's cousin who showed me around here since I don’t have any relative or friend here in Lagos. He runs an IT firm too. My extended family members are in Ekiti.
As for my relationship status, my girlfriend broke up with me when I told her about my plans of coming back to Nigeria. Although she’s Nigerian, she said she can’t leave the State.” He stated.
“I can’t really blame her for that, she can’t just abandon her life over there and follow you down here,” I said
“Don’t you feel if she really loves me as she claims, she would have come home with me?”
“She may have her reasons; it’s her life. Probably the news people living abroad hear about Nigeria is not that encouraging too, so don’t blame her.”
“Even if I want to change my mind about staying, I think meeting you won’t let me change my mind,” he said with a straight face.
“You can’t say that, we barely know each other.”
“I’m serious. If I have someone like you here, then I’m good.”
“Hmmm... Do you understand Yoruba language at all?”
“I understand Yoruba and I speak it as well, although not fluently.”
“Yeah! My paternal grandma lived with us for twenty-five years, so she made us speak our language. She passed away five years ago.”
“Wow, she did a great job! May her soul rest in peace.”
“Amen! Thanks,” he said and sipped his drink.
“Tell me about the lucky guy,” he said.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“I just want to know, but you can choose not to answer that.”
“I’m not in a relationship,” I opened up.
“I shouldn’t have believed that but I have a feeling you are telling the truth.” He said.
I explained everything about my ex-boyfriend to him.
“You know what? Some people don’t know the worth of what they have until they finally loose it. I’m sorry for everything that happened to you.”
“It’s over with him, I’ve moved on.” I said and we continued with our chat.
He asked for my Facebook username. He sent me a friend request right there and I accepted. He was fun to be with, very jovial. I spent about two hours with him.
“I think we should call it a day. Your hotel is on the Island and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be stuck in traffic,” I said.
He agreed and called Mr. Paul to come and pick him up; he wasn’t too far from the eatery. Fifteen minutes later, he showed up.
Daniel offered to drop me off but I turned down his offer since my house wasn’t too far from the restaurant.
I got home and called him, hoping they won’t be stuck in traffic.
“Hello, are you home?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m home.”
“Good, we are still on the road. You are right; traffic here is terrible.”
“Welcome to Lagos!” I said jokingly.
“Sure, I’ll survive. Anyway, I’ll let you know when I get to my hotel.”
“Alright, my regards to Mr. Paul.”
“Okay! Talk to you later.”
Two hours later, he called to tell me he had arrived at the hotel safely and Mr. Paul had left to his house. He also thanked me for hanging out with him.
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