A tall, dark, handsome and chronically single medical doctor, named Valentine sat seemingly inclined on a super soft sofa in his well-furnished apartment building which sat majestically on one of the beautiful streets in Shelter Afrique, Uyo.
He stared fixedly at the screen of his iPhone 8 plus, waiting earnestly for a call from Ifure, the big catfish he had finally caught after ages of shakara way fit tire pesin.
"She promised to call at 4pm, when she's back from only God knows where. Now look, it's 4:30pm already!" He muttered under his breath.
"And to think that I literally cleared my table for this," he continued.
"Well, let me not bother much, she'll eventually call. After all, it's Valentine's day." He said, grinning like a Cheshire cat as thoughts of the lovely sinny plans he had brew'd for the day danced happily through his oblong head.
Just as he was about to make for a bottle of Henessey from his smallish exquisite bar, his phone chimed.
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!
"I'm sorry for calling later than I promised. I had to pick up my baby brother from his nursery school at Maitama." Ifure chattered away.
"Can you pick me up in 30?"
"Ininghe, my Lexus 350 and beating heart are at your service."
"See you soon then," replied Ifure in a giggly voice.
The phone line goes dead and off went Valentine to freshen up.
In a minute, there he stood adorned with a new apparel and a black leather wallet full of stupid cash and an ATM mastercard.
WHO DEYYYYYY????
After a short show off of Ifure, who was of course, dressed to kill, Valentine excused himself from the company of his erudite friends, Dr.Mfoniso and Barr.Okon who were chilling booless at Doctor Mess, off Sir Udo Udoma Avenue.
He held hands with Ifure and they strolled into Market Square like two peas in a pod.
Ifure picked and picked all sorts of things her eyes and hands fancied and YES, Dr.Valentine's ATM Mastercard did cry out loud as it was swiped between the tighs of the POS machine held by the salesgirl behind the silvery counter.
"Do you mind if we see a movie together? Tropicana is just a stone throw away."
"Baby, I'd rather we get some ice cream at PaCreams," Ifure cajoled.
"All the way from here to Ikot Ekpene road? Babe, that's quite a distance."
"Well, you have a Lexus 350, duh! "
Ifure was not cut out for anything that'd kill the chop life gang spirit she had worn alongside her to die for look that evening.
And her wishes did come to pass as it was indeed, a day of stupendous fun; the type of fun that is accompanied by Hush- the - Puppy kind of flexing.
Ifure dined with three plates of Isiewu and Nkwobi, a massive chunk of barbecue fish and 3 bottles of Star Radler, whilst nodding her light headed self to the tunes of Tecno's "Allow me to enjoy myself", which blared loudly from the speakers in House 20, a lounge off one corner of Ben Udo Street.
TIME FLEW LIKE AN ARROW!
Soon, the Reggae was over, and it was time to play the BLUES.
"It's almost midnight. You should drop me off at my place." Ifure said in between yawns.
[Super silence ensued. Valentine swallows all forms of anger so as to keep his cool.]
"So, you want to abandon me to the cold hands of the night?" He blurts out.
"You'll be fine," replied Ifure with a grim scoff.
"How about I drop you off as early as possible with a t.fare of 30k for all your worries?"
[Ifure shot him a knowing smile.]
What follows suit is the rest of the part which this mighty PEN cannot leave to history.
For to Dr.Valentine, this wasn't just a night for a dance of the seven veils.