The Muslims’ call to prayer woke me up the next morning. I noticed I was alone on my bed, which wasn’t the case last night. I guessed she must have woken up earlier to check on the kids. I wholly forgot they existed last night.
I looked around for my phone. It was in the parlour. I picked it up and saw some missed calls. One from Biodun, my neighbour, and the other was an unknown number. Biodun didn’t come home last night as usual. He enjoyed clubbing every Friday night with some of his friends. I had little credit on my phone. As a result, I decided to call him at Nureni’s shop on my way to work, but the other unknown number—I doubted it.
I checked on Ayo before leaving for work. I was glad Udenme was not in the parlour when i did.
I stopped at Nureni’s shop on my way to work to make the call. I met two women, one was using the phone while the other was waiting. I had to wait for my turn. The conversation of the woman before me was quite amusing. I was listening in on her conversation. Her voice didn’t make it seem she wanted to keep her discussion private. She was raising some ‘Yoruba made’ curses on the phone to someone who was not hard to guess was her husband.
Few minutes later, I was with the phone. I dialled Biodun’s number. He wanted me to deliver a message to his sister last night. The conversation didn’t take up to 23 seconds as I speedily checked the running time on the phone’s screen. We had to talk about other things till the call duration was 00:59. I ended the call.
Nureni took the phone to confirm the duration used before I dialled the unknown number that called me last night. ‘’Hello,’’ I greeted. ‘’Hello’’ a calm lady-like voice responded.
‘’I missed a call of this number on my phone last night.’’’
‘’And you’re?’’ she asked
curiously. ‘’Galacious,’’ I answered.
‘’Oh! Galacious. So Ronaldo went to bed very early last night?’’
I got the joke in her question, but I was just so anxious to know the female Gbenga Adeyinka making it.
‘’Please who am I speaking with?’’, I asked softly. ‘’Princess’’, she responded.
Well, I only knew one princess at that time. The stunning creature that was hit by the ball last Sunday. She also turned out to be Mrs Williams’ daughter. The one that has been in my dreams for a while now. I tried getting her number from Chinenye with the excuse of apologizing for the field incident. The excuse seemed lame to Chinenye that she refused to let out her number. The one in which her missed call would have been the last thing I would have expected to see on my Nokia 6080.
Me: Princess, from where?
Princess: From National stadium
Me: Excuse me?
Princess: is that how fast you forget the lady you hit with your Sunday Oliseh’s shot last Sunday?
Me: My bad. Is this Chinenye ‘s friend?
Me: Really? I don’t remember giving you……
Princess: Now stop pretending like you
haven’t been trying to get my number.
Me: Well that’s true. So I could apologize properly for the National Stadium’s incident.
We both chuckled
Princess: Apology accepted
Princess: Is that all your needed my number for?
Me: Yes. Is there any other reason?
Princess: Hmmm, don’t worry. Shouldn’t
you be at work?
She switched the subject.
Me: Yea. I’m on my way
Princess: Ok then. Don’t let me delay you
Me: Well, It will be worth it
Princess: Thanks for calling
Me: Yeah. You’re welcome
I glanced at Nureni’s face as I pressed the red button on the phone, but I was surprised to meet it smiling. I was wondering If it was my conversation that put the smile on his grace until I checked the last call duration. Then it hit me——-5 minutes!
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