The different lights continued to flicker.
The latest Naija musicals became louder
Some folks were already doing jigs on the dance floor as the Disc Jockey played song after song, hit after hit
I was still at the corner table brooding, drinking and smoking. It was my eight stick and my fifth bottle of Orijin
My thoughts had shifted from my friends whom I was expecting to things happening around me at the club
There were two bar men. One prepared the drinks and the other served the drinks on demand
A six feet four inches bouncer intermittently checked the club and discussed with the bar men. There was this corridor that led to the manager's office
The ladies were , as usual, on their Brazilian and Peruvian. Their skinny outfits, very short minis were any eye rovers' delight.
One lady, who obviously was tipsy and dancing vigorously to a Wiz Kid's latest, was yelling "Johnathan is my boyfriend!"
Her co-dancer, a fellow with a body hug t-shirt, responded , "Na so!"
Ripples of laughter and giggles here and there on the joke were still drowned by the heavy sound of music
Another man at the left from where I viewed was talking loudly to a seemingly cowered newbie girl. She had to be in the club for the first time. I noticed she continually tried to pull down her mini skirt to a comfortable length
"Bros, where are the rest?"
Emeka's Nobia's voice interrupted my thoughts.
I turned to stare at him, "Welcome. They are not here yet"
A lady was by his side
"O meet Thelma". Emeka said, introducing her
"Hi," She gave me a flirting smile
A desire in me flickered. A mist in my sight
"Thelma?Nice name. " I said . I wanted this girl. We shook hands. I lingered a little longer. And belched.
"Bros! Bros! " Emeka's comical tonality disengaged us
We erupted in laughter
"How is madam?" Emeka asked , as our laughter began to dwindle. It was verbal punch.
A hint to his girl
I looked at the hazy girl
She didn't seem to mind
"Fine", I said and picked up another stick of my Benson , lighted it and puffed.
Emeka and his Thelma settled
A beckoning call brought the bar man to our side
"What would you have Baby?"
"What he is having?" Thelma pointed at my Orijin
Emeka frowned
Then he said, "Two bottles of Harp and a bottle of Orijin for the lady"
The barman bowed
Emeka edged closer to me and whispered to my ears, "Commot your mind"
I broke into another round of laughter "What did I do?"
Emeka gave me a friendly jab
The DJ announced. "It is one of our member's birthday. Mr. Babtunde Dasilva Lagos bred, Omo Eko, socialite, philanthropist, music lover, and lady's man; a round of applause for him. Free drinks for every one!"
Masculine and feminine hails came from everywhere supported by applause
Babatunde Dasilva had arrived
He indeed had presence
His wife was not with him
She was averse to clubbing, a faithful in their church
Musa, the Lagos bred Hausa guy, was with him. He had two prostitutes with him. The prostitutes seemed to claim "familiarity"
Tarie, the ICT consultant, was exchanging humour with a guy by her. They were all in the train.
That must be her 20th boyfriend, this year, I thought
They crowded my table
Hugs
Pleasantries
Birthday wishes
Hails
The brotherhood had converged
A phone call interrupted me again
It was my wife
She was crying at the other end.
I belched again
