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by Yvonne Oshiobugie
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Latoye Benson felt the cool interior of the car. This was some car. He reversed the car deftly and he cast a look at the lady that was standing by the car, watching in anticipation. She had been really tough, but now, he was parking her car. He looked at her, she was smiling for the first time, and he noticed her smile was like no other he had seen. Wow, this is one pretty woman… He heard a sound and he looked ahead. Oh no!
Her face was no longer pretty and her eyes were blazing fire. “What nonsense! You bashed my car!”
Latoye did not believe what had just happened. He had heard the crash but he did not know how it had happened. “I…” he rushed out of the car and examined the dent. The damage had been done to the rear of the car and there was a nasty scratch on the paint. “I am very sorry, please…”
“What rubbish?” She was furious. “What nonsense! I come here to attend service and all I get from you is attitude and a dent on my car…”
“I am really sorry,” Latoye could not figure out how something like this had happened. One minute, he had been staring at her, wondering how come a beautiful woman like her was still single, next minute, the car had been bashed.
From the minute he spotted her, he knew she was tough, the way she screwed up her face, and her eyes, never even looked at him as she spoke.
She took her keys from him and got back into her car and he did not try to stop her as she reversed and drove away.
Latoye was still standing at a spot when someone came behind him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I guess I just made a big mistake…” Latoye began.
“Hey, it happens. Sometimes there are bad days, sometimes there are good days.”
“I think you’ll need a break,” he told him. “Just go wait in the auditorium, and cool off a bit.”
Latoye agreed with him, it made perfect sense. Latoye walked a little bit further, more people flurried into the auditorium, most of them working class, some students, all had one common thing – they were all single.
Latoye was not looking, seriously. He had no reason to. He had been in a relationship where the lady in question had broken up with him because he had not been able to provide her with comforts. Talk about having faith and holding on to God. She had run along with the first guy that appeared that had a bigger car, a finer house. Latoye, however had learned a lesson the hard way, and now, he had a lot of friends, but nothing special, really.
Latoye thought about the lady once more. She was one tough person there, and he couldn’t imagine what would possess a guy to approach her. She would tear him apart with her eyes. Latoye wished her luck inwardly.
“Someone bashed my car,” Jane began. “In church, can you imagine? I thought church was supposed to be the safest place in the world.”
“Well, there is still another opportunity…”
“No thank you Marina,” Jane started. “Ever since I have been following your plots, I have succeeded in landing myself in trouble. I am not going anywhere.”
“Well, Jojo told Steve about you…”
“I am not interested…” Jane had taken the much she could bear. “If this is the only way to get married, I’ll rather remain an old maid…”
“Do you really mean that Jane?”
Jane thought about it. “It’s just so tiring,” she began. “I wish my life were back to how it was.”
“What? Boring and miserable?” Marina asked her. “No way, we are finding a man for you and that is that!” She paused. “So, are you going?”
“Where is it, this time?”
“It’s the same single group, they are feeding the homeless along Third Mainland…”
“Of all things…”
“Where is your charitable heart, Jane?” Marina asked her.
“You want me to go and feed some beggars along the main road?” Jane was petrified. “This is terrible.”
“Steve will be there,”
“I have not even met him,” Jane began. She hoped he did not turn out to be a bomb like the rest of the other people she had been meeting.
“Look, just go there and make sure you enjoy yourself,” Marina began. “We hear Steve likes his women really nice and warm,” she paused. “Jane, you know you are too hard, you have to loosen up a little bit, okay?”
Jane made a face.
“Just try to be more feminine…”
“Hey, I am feminine…”
“Point of correction, you look feminine, with the appeal and the magnetic looks, but you are masculine in everything else…. Remember you’re not at work and you’re not auditing accounts, just try to relax, okay?”
“Okay.”
by Yvonne Oshiobugie (email: yoshiobugie@yahoo.com)
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