Romantic Call

 

I was home alone and trying my best to stay positive, I like to have some me-time every now and then but I am a people’s person and I love to have my family around.

So on this particular evening, with hubby out of town and the boys all away, it was a quiet evening and I dreaded the fast approaching lonely night. Well, every situation has a solution and the one for this moment should have been a chilled bottle of my “A” drink, some fried meat and a really romantic movie. 

I opted for something different, I had a beauty bath, used all the beauty products I had saved for a while and pampered myself real good; the only thing missing was a Jacuzzi.  I turned my bathroom into one and poured all the pourables into the water plus bath salt (still dont understand this beauty treatment). 

I also poured myself a glass of wine trying to depict a certain picture I had seen in a magazine. Thank God it wasn’t a real glass; it was a transparent plastic wine glass that looked like glass; the cup and its content crashed on the bathroom floor as I tried to lift it for a sip. The space for the cup wasn’t enough, bottom-line is, if it is not a Jacuzzi, don’t treat it like one, msheew I knew immediately that I needed to return to status quo as per drink, no more wine.

I came out of the bath tub after a while and my body felt all slippery like I had not taken a bath – some things are not just meant for some people; I emptied the bath tub and quickly took a normal bath, the type that I was used to, with my sponge and hard soap, I scrubbed my body like I was fighting a war.

After that long episode, I settled down on my bed to enjoy the movie that I had picked for the night, all the while praying that NEPA(will always be NEPA to me) would not strike in an ungodly hour and time when the movie would have reached a high point. That is our reality in Nigeria, instead of concentrating on a good movie, you pray silently that there would be power all through.

I was enjoying my drink when the heavy rain started, my first thought was, “why wasn’t hubby around in this sort of weather?” It was obviously weather for two and I was going to go through it alone. I called hubby and told him that I missed him, told him of the weather and how I would have served him a very delicious hot plate of “snail casserole embellished with chicken breasts, sausage and meat balls”

We said our good byes and I had to go check to see who was pressing the door bell hysterically. As I got to my entrance gate, I noticed that the rain was heavier than I even thought. I wouldn’t normally do this but I went back inside, looked for my shower cap but couldn’t find it, I went to the kitchen, took a plastic bag and carefully tucked all of my hair inside.

I am someone who would walk under the rain just to feel the rain drops on my body, but for some weird reason, I did not feel like it at that time, with my hair safely tucked under the plastic bag and looking like all those "Maryamakas" that do not want their jerry curls or "pammed" hair ruined by the rain, I got an umbrella and walked to the gate to see who it was that disturbed my “Romantic Call” and standing there was my neighbour’s nephew who I had never said a word to.

I kept starring at him, not because I had not spoken to him for the first time but right in front of me was a miracle, the boy was all dry and clean. It was not raining on him yet it was pouring aggressively on me. He also kept starring at me like he was puzzled at something. In my mind, I was like this young boy should just say what he wanted so I could go back to my movie.

He couldn’t speak until I asked him what he wanted. Trying as much as possible to keep a straight face, he told me that my water tank was full and that water had been wasting for the past thirty minutes or more.

OMG!!! I totally forgot that I was pumping water, it wasn’t raining after all and neither was it weather for two, it was just my overhead water tank.

With the little decorum I had left, I walked back to the house still holding my umbrella up; I had to pretend that it was raining on only me maybe. I looked up and really there was no rain? I could hear the rude chap giggling but I just didn’t look back.

I burst into hysterical laughter when I got to my room, weather for two ko! Of course I couldn’t call hubby back to say it wasn’t what I said it was, I wasn’t about to spoil the good mood that my “Romantic Call” put him in. (Please where is Patra now?)