Chapter Two
The next few moments of my life went by in slow motion. All I can say is that I must have been in a trance because before I knew what was happening, I took three steps forward and I found myself in front of my room but closer to where they were standing. Dazed by her beauty I paused at my doorstep and stared at her without shame. I doubt she noticed me but I didn’t care. I was mesmerized by her beauty. As she tried different poses for her selfie, her voluptuousness inevitably became more evident. Her eyeballs, ably assisted by contact lenses were crystal white. Oh my days! Please tell me you remember the sight of Jolie’s nude sexy lips in “The Original Sin”, hers were even sexier.
She wore a sleeveless, flowered, short gown with matching heels; she also had a clutch purse with her. Another look at her and I saw so much perfection in imperfection. As they walked away, I noticed her sway. My head started to spin. I had to meet her. I just had to. As she faded from my sight, I could feel my heart skip a beat, a quick rush of adrenaline and then it started to pick up a fast tempo. I had made up my mind; nothing will stop me from getting to know her, not even her.
It was thirty minutes after my encounter and I couldn’t think of anything else, if I didn’t know better I could have argued that I fell asleep and dreamt about her. I just couldn’t cast her picture out of my memory. I picked up my phone, opened my Blackberry Messenger application, scrolled down to a chat between myself and Sauce and engaged him in quick conversation.
“Guy, how far? I just see one fine babe. E be like say God wan butter my life but I never follow am talk”
I could feel my buddy’s exasperated sigh even before he typed the words
“Idiot, you no collect name. Why you come dey ping me? You fit disturb me after you get name NOT before”
A wounded laugh escaped from my lip but for some funny reason unknown to me, it strengthened my resolve. It has been said “to achieve your goals is easier when you have it written on paper” and that propelled me to scribble the words, “Get her name and more.”
As the night progressed and activities came and went, the moment for gyration and dance moves was upon us. Once again, I had freshened up, stepped out of room into the mixture of loud music, collision of empty bottles and chants demanding the intending groom to step on the dance door. I spotted my circle of loyal friends and crossed over the dance floor to join them.
I looked towards the ceiling, mentally noting that somewhere in the hotel the bridal shower was being held. I whispered a quick prayer. “Please, let them join our party when theirs is over. So I can at least bump into that girl again. I NEED A NAME…arghhhhhh”. I opened a chilled bottle of my regular to calm my nerves and then marched to the dance floor to try and shake up my rufed nerves.
I was so engrossed in dancing to the beat of Mafikizolo’s Khona but that didn’t stop me from noticing the moment the bride-to-be and her entourage stepped into our space and for a moment, I skipped another heartbeat. I became conscious of my movements, silently praying that she notices me. In a bid to impress her, or so I thought, I did a spin and realized she was no longer standing where she was.
“Maybe she went to ease herself” I thought, but after several minutes of eyeing the previous spot where she was I