Must Read: The Devil Who Loved Me By Foxyflow…Part 1
I stretched lazily on the bed. Even though the light had already started entering into the room through the window blinds, I was still not motivated into standing up. I sluggishly used the back of my palm to clean my eyes. I felt something sticky and perceived a smell so familiar. Like being struck by a bolt of lightning, I sat upright on the bed.
The first ray of light caught something dark and brown. It wasn’t only on my hands, the both of them, it was also on my clothes. I looked beside me and propped on the pillow like a child was the hammer.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was more than pleased with the image that greeted me. Hair cropped low, left a little bit in the front to stick to the reigning style of the day. My face cleanly shaved with a moustache balancing slightly above my pink lips. Fair in complexion with eyes that looked brightly Brown. I also had a smile that melts barriers. Dentition so white that back in secondary school, my friends had nicknamed me “Mr. Perfect”.
I winked at my reflection as I applied a little powder to my face. One cannot have it all I guess. Maybe that’s why my face produces oil on its own.
I spurned around to see my mom looking at me from the doorway. I had forgotten to close the door yet again.
“Good morning mom.”
I greeted her, flashing my perfect teeth at her.
“And what is good about the morning? E, Da’na.”
That’s my mother. Speaks a whole lot of language. From Hausa to the complicated Tiv language. I wonder how she was able to learn such tongue twisting and ear blistering tongue.
“Everything is good mama. From the beautiful sunrise to the only woman in my life.”
I replied smiling. By now, I had taken my cologne out and was judiciously applying it to the collar of my shirt. The place where ladies usually place their nose and sniff.
“And by the only woman you mean?”
We play this game a lot. Even though I had like three serious girlfriends, all of whom my mother knows, as according to her, I need them plenty so I could pick the best from among them.
“Only you mama, my sunshine, my everything.”
“Hmmm, Justice, you think your smooth tongue will work on me this morning eh? How many times have I told you that you commit sin by admiring yourself for so long in front of the mirror? That’s idolatry. A man shouldn’t be doing that.”
And the lecture proceeded while I applied finishing touches to my looks. Done, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and made my way to the dining. Breakfast was already there. Dodo and boiled eggs to be washed down with a steaming cup of coffee. Two bites and I was done. I dashed to where the bag containing my laptop was, grabbed it and made my way outside.
Mama’s voice brought me back. I turned to see her standing arms akimbo.
“Mother, I am late.”
I said to her as I deactivated the alarm system of my Toyota Spider, 2008 model.
“Too late for a mother’s blessing?”
There was this mischievous glint in her eyes. We do this daily and I knew the routine. I walked towards her and knelt in front of her.
“God bless you my son. May evil eyes not look at you and may favor follow you all through today.”
I muttered a quick amen, kissed her on her cheek again and jumped into the car. The gate flung open, with Emeka the guard saluting me as I drove out of the compound. Patoraking’s song “girlie o” played softly as I made my way to Central Business District where I am a consultant in an advertising agency.
To be continued