EPISODE 2; TALES OF A LAGOS WORKING CLASS BABE

Incase you missed it, you can read Episode 1 here

…Ok… so where did I stop?… Yeah. He stretched out his hand to shake mine.

Moving on!

Kubi took a seat directly opposite me. I, then, took my time to study the cute young man I just met. As I looked, I saw. As I watched, I heard. Soon enough, gist began to flow.

We talked about the recruitment process. How we each heard about the opening, our previous places of employment and other seemingly important things.

My mind registered everything about those moments. His smell, his voice, the texture of his hand – it was just one handshake but it was enough material to create a movie in my head. Have I mentioned that I have a hyper, hyper, overactive imagination? Yep. I do.

We all talked whilst we waited for Mr T to come welcome and tell us about the agency. Mr T came and we got necessary information plus a tour of the agency. Met all the managers and executives. Got the Hi’s, hellos and welcomes.

All the while, I made extra sure that I was close to Kubi. Not conspicuously close but close enough to get that “Kubi scent” again.

We went round and were shown to our seating areas. Zara and I chatted all through. You see, we met on the very first day of the aptitude tests. She arrived first and I second. We exchanged BB pins that day found out we both loved a certain genre of books. Yippee!!! We caught up on “surface gist” while exchanging things we noticed during our tour.

We, almost immediately, started working. For real ooo. I, conveniently and creatively, made sure we were assigned to the same process. It was cool. I got to know him a bit better.

As I sat beside him, I took in his smell –everything about him – while trying very much to concentrate on the conversation and the work itself. When I heard him laugh, I could only smile. It was one of those moments when words are not enough to express the combo of feelings and sensations that I experienced. Dairy, when he smiled, OMG! He really smiled nicely, exposing a perfect set of dentition.

Till we left that evening, I studied, catalogued and noticed all I could. At the end of the day, I concluded on one thing. Of this, I was 100%, irrevocably, undoubtedly sure. I had a serious and major crush on Kubi.

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I do have a crush. This much I know. What’s special about him, you ask? He’s a fine dude. So what? You say. Well it isn’t just the cuteness or foreign-sounding accent. Neither is it the fact that he has swag that’s off the roof. It’s all that and more. Much more. Is that all? Well, I’m still trying to find out the details. You see, I haven’t yet found the words to express all the sensations I’m experiencing at this point in my life.

I didn’t sign up for this you know. I know what I said in day 1’s tale – that I would like one guy, blah, blah, blah. However, I must confess that I wasn’t prepared for this onslaught of feelings.

Let me tell you about Kubi. He is indeed TDH. Has a charming smile, laughs easily and is indeed quite the actor. Kubi is considerate, quick to lend a helping hand and the first can-say-anything person I’ve ever met. The last bit is quite refreshing because for a greater part of my life, I’ve kept things bottled in. Fear of rejection or hearing a no? Really can’t pick. However, he’s teaching me indirectly to express myself and never assume.

He’s a more-than-average dresser. Always, always looking fresh. Although, I think anything would look good on him.

Please get it right. He isn’t perfect. Of course he has flaws. Although, of the top of my head, I can’t seem to recall any. Convenient, right?

He just came in. Oh that Kubi scent again. Oh well… got work to do. Byyyyyeeeeeeee.

xoxo.

Inaudito®

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