THE LIFE Of OSATO (TLO) Episode 10

Kukurukuu... the crowing of a roster woke me up. I checked the time and it was only 4:30am, I lay a while in bed, not remembering anything from yesterday's hangout with the guys. It was a Saturday morning, I wasn't going to work, no weddings or birthday parties to attend or the usual big boys forth night fraternity; today was gonna be me, lying in bed, watching the complete season of Tudors I had just purchased from the DVD store down the road. I was pressed and needed to take a leak, but I felt too tired and reluctant to get out of bed, so I lingered on, until the pee almost wet my bed. I ran to the bathroom half naked, wearing just a t-shirt, letting the big man down there dangle freely as I hurried off.

Now the bathroom smelt like someone had already used it, there was water all over the floor, there were fresh lather from too much sponging all over the tiles. Though I noticed all these, I was too pressed to do an investigative research as to how they came to be, so I just piss waka dey go inside my room. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a pot cover click. "Na who be that? I said who the hell is that in the kitchen" she came out, wearing my apron, with a knife in her hand. Guy, as I just see the knife, liver fail me; I just stand there dey look her. "Hi Mr. Tee, good morning. I know you must be very tired after last night. I should have been gone, but I wanted to make you breakfast, that is if you don't mind" she said smiling.
Cook me breakfast? I didn't even know who she was, how she got access into my apartment, and why she was wearing my apron. "How did you get here" I made an effort to inquire. She explained, that I had picked her from a red light district last night, and didn't say a word all night until this morning. So did we... you know? I asked frantically, but also tried to suppress my fear. She laughed hysterically and said no. That "no" was more than a relief.

She finished cooking, served the meal, sat on the dinning and devoured her mountain of noodles, fried eggs, sausages and a cold bottle of Orobo soft drink. When she was done, she washed her plate, put it in the rack, carried her bag and bid me farewell. Didn't have much on me at the time, so I gave her 2k; which she genuinely appreciated.
Me I be full fleshed Benin boy and we nor dey dull. My mama tell me say food wen you nor give money cook and the girl wen cook am nor be ur girlfriend or sister, u better dey careful the way wen u use approach the mata, if not, na ur funeral be that oh. As she comot, I quickly put the food in a black waterproof bag and dumped it in the refuse can.

 Two weeks later, I went to see Alhaji Musa Meikafa, who was introduced to me by Tina my colleague. Alhaji  was going to be my next client. The meeting was short and simple, he agreed to the terms, but wanted me to change a few clauses he wasn't comfortable with. I packed up my laptop and documents, put it in my backpack, and made my way to the door after thanking him for his time. His beautiful wife Hajia Fatima came in, no Mr. Osato you can't leave like that, we haven't even offered you anything; she said. Turning to her husband; "haba maigida, you should have told me you were done with him, so that I'll take my turn" they both laughed. Please, put down your bag and join us at the dinning. ‘’Bilikisu come join us, there's a fine man at the table’’ said his wife and her husband nodded in approval while chewing on the meat he had stolen from his own plate, while washing both hands.
Now these were unconventional Hausa's who didn't mind what tribe their daughter got married into, as long as she is married and happy. As his daughter approached the dining table, her aura felt like one I had known, her voice as she greeted her parents sounded familiar too. You're Wel..., she paused in shock. It was her, the mysterious girl who appeared in my flat and cooked the mysterious food. We both froze on the dining table.

SEE GOBE!!!