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THE ONE (Short Story)

Hublot wristwatch, check. Ralph Lauren shirt, check. Zara pants, check. Gucci loafers, check. Tom Ford cologne, splash, splash, check. Deji took a long, hard look at his reflection in the mirror and grinned in satisfaction. Thinking about what lay ahead that day, he smiled unabashedly. He had found "the one". Just as he was thinking it was about time he settles down, but also worried that all the good girls were taken, he found the last one. Tessa was every man's dream. The kind of girl that made you want to be a better man, the kind who pushed you to succeed, with her words and prayers; yes, she had prayed with and for him a number of times over the phone. The kind that made you suddenly understand what Joe meant when he sang 'don't wanna be a playa no more". The kind you pictured yourself holding hands with and mopping sweat off her face as she cried and screamed expletives at you and pushed forth your beautiful children into the world. The kind you immediately wanted to 'wife' before one other "sharp" guy snagged her. Yeah. Tessa was all that and more. He could not believe his good fortune in meeting her.
        They met on a flight from Asaba to Lagos, he had gone for business and she'd gone to visit her parents. He was leaving for India the day after they met and for the next four months would be on assignments in different countries and won't be back in Lagos till he was done. That however was not an obstacle. They talked everyday and had become a huge part of each other's lives. Deji had just got back that morning and was meeting up with Tessa when she was done with work. Anyone could tell he was super excited. Tessa suggested they meet at Bungalow for dinner and take it from there, after all it was a Friday . As Deji got into his car, he slotted in Omawumi's CD, Tessa's favorite, and hummed happily, making a mental note to suggest to her that they spend the next weekend in Ghana. 
         He was thirty minutes early and could barely sit still. He was finally going to kiss those lips. To wrap his hands around that waist, and who knew what else. He was so deep in anticipation that he did not notice her stand there, smiling at him. "Hello Deji" she said in a breathy voice. He immediately stood, almost jumping up and wrapped her in his arms. Tessa held on to him tightly. The last four
months culminated in this moment. As they clung to each other, nothing else existed, the music and voices were drowned out. It was almost like time stood still. "We better sit before someone hands us room keys" whispered Tessa and they both giggled as she reluctantly let go of him. 
         It was a fantastic evening, Tessa though in her corporate clothes looked hotter than she did the day they met and there was not a dull moment as they both regaled each other with amusing tales. As Deji took his last bite of fish fillet, he signaled to the waiter to approach them. "I hope you enjoyed the food. What do think about some red wine?" He asked Tessa. She nodded affirmatively. "Hello" she called out to the waiter as he was about to carry out their order, but hesitated as though she was unsure of what to say. In the seconds that followed, different conversations she and Deji had had in the past few months ran through her mind, he said he loved her unconditionally. She told him she had a few habits she wasn't necessarily proud of, to which he dismissively said "well, don't we all". He followed it up by saying "babes you're not getting rid of me so easily. I love you, all of you. Good or bad. So get it into your pretty skull that I'm not going anywhere". With this final recollection, Tessa, confident in Deji's love for her, placed her order with the waiter, who was almost growing impatient.
Tessa gave it a second thought and wondered if she indeed needed it, her head said No, her body screamed YES! . Besides, he would eventually know anyways. "Do you guys have Dunhill Lights please?" She asked in that soft voice of hers, the waiter nodded and Tessa asked for a pack. Deji was not sure of what was going on. He was about to ask, to gain some clarity, when her phone rang. "Oops. My boss. Please babe, I need to take this" she said to him apologetically. As she talked, the waiter came back with the cigarettes and an ash tray. Deji was still trying to wrap his head around it while he watched Tessa fish around for something in her bag, it turned out to be a gold plated B&H lighter. Resting the phone between her ear and her shoulder, she unsealed the packet and pulled out a stick. Placing it between her lips, she lit it and inhaled. Sinking back into her seat, like the nicotine suddenly took over and relaxed her, parting those inviting lips, she let out a slow stream of smoke. 
In a matter of seconds, she became someone else. In his eyes she had transformed from his beautiful, decent, wife-to-be to an unattractive, uncouth cigarette-smoking street girl. "Sorry, my boss sometimes mistakes me for a baby sitter" she said as she placed the phone back on the table. She was about to say something when Deji suddenly grabbed his phone. "Oh no!" He exclaimed. Signaling to the waiter to bring the bill he grabbed his car keys. "Sorry Tessa. One of our biggest clients just summoned me. I need to go now, but I'll call you" he said and thrust a wad a 1000 naira notes as the waiter approached them with the bill, and with that he was gone. 
As he got into his car marveling at the extremely disappointing turn of events, he thought to himself, "I could have sworn she was 'the one'". 
                                                                      THE END. 
Na so the tin go. Lol. Is there anyone, ladies especially, who can relate to this. And guys, is smoking really a deal breaker? 


  1. Hi Thelma.m guessing dis is a new blog..welcome on board..I heart dis story..pls kip it cmin..m ur no.1 fan.

  2. Oh wow! Thanks Feyike. Your comment means a lot to me. I opened my blog not expecting to see any and this has totally made my day. *hugs*

  3. I think he's reaction was quite immature, if he really did like her that much and hated smoking the least he could have done was to talk to her about it. Mumu

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    2. That's what you'll think but you'll surprised at some guys' reaction to a chic that smokes.

  4. Lovely piece!!! Thumbs up girl. In dis part of d world a lady who smokes isn't respected 4 d woman she is buh seen as sumfin else. If he loved her unconditionally as he said a lil talkin should hv done it. He wz rude jor

  5. Why is smoking a deal breaker? Its even "medically encouraged" to take Mary-Jane than those nicotine sticks..lolls *dont quote me*

  6. He's an idiatttttttt.....smoking isn't suppose2 be a deal breaker..he's suppose 2 talk wiv her,encourage her and try n make her stop n nt jes let her go like dt...he's a pigggggg

  7. Congrats on the blog babe!! U already know where I stand on this so let's matter 4 Mathais and myopic individuals 2 their small mindedness *wink! Kudos on d lovely writing jare! Ziggy


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