His life changed the day she crashed into his car in the famous Lagos mainland traffic on that hot, tepid West African evening.
“What the fuck!”, he’d cursed under his breath. No one looks forward to the seemingly endless back and forth over who’s fault the accident was in Lagos. He’d had a long day and just wanted to go home. Now some buffoon had run into his car’s 7-year old bumper.
With the sole determination to properly blast this demon that had come to make his day worse than it already was, he got out of his car.
She was having the absolute worst day. The tailor had messed up her outfit for that weekends turn up, the lifestyle magazine that had wanted to do a feature on her business had pulled out that afternoon, and her assistant had failed to mail the invitation letters for the launch.
“OHH GOD!,” she shrieked as she felt her SUV run into the car in front of her. “Which kind of demon is this for God’s sake?” she muttered again. The pot-bellied aristo she’d met at the supermarket the previous week had been calling and sending her texts all day, despite several declarations of her disinterestedness in whatever he had to say. His call had caused her to glance at her phone, thinking it could be the magazine people calling back for a rescheduling. Now she had rear-ended someone. “Can this day get any worse?” she thought.
She took off her seatbelt and started to get out of the car. She wasn’t prepared for the sharp blast of heat that hit her as soon as she cracked open the door. “I go beg am noni. He can’t kill me,” she muttered again.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was still mad as hell, or he thought he was, but the sight before him looked like something out of a vision. The lady in the car that had damn near condemned his rear bumper was stunning. Her skin shone in all its melanin glory and her body … Oh God, that body. It curved in all the right places and the tight dress she had on was a testament to that fact.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
After the seemingly eternal struggle to get out of the car, she was flustered. Something was odd, though. He was staring at her. “Why would he just get out of his car and start staring at me?” she wondered.
For a moment she was unsure what to do. He looked lean with acne on his face and scars all over the visible parts of his body. A small portion of his right eyebrow was weird — it grew in the opposite direction of entire eyebrow. She decided to go talk to him.
“Hi, I’m so sorry,” she said. “I just got distracted for a moment, I hope say I neva wreck your car sha?.” His height started to become more apparent as she got closer to him. His face was weathered and thin with perfectly placed cheekbones resulting in a very handsome face.
Then he started to speak.
To be continued next week.