Just a random thought. So that's how I met this guy, let's call him Mensah. So Mensah is a great guy; phoneh speaking, luxury living, fine wining, lavish dining... And I'd be honest I've put on a few pounds in the last few weeks. Mensah loves his food. I wouldn't describe him as wealthy but he loves the good life. Ergo, midday lunches at Marcopolo (he's the one who wanted me to Negotiate at his meeting), Pataya, Talindo (Thelma you just have to try the steak, it's this *gestures with both hands* thick!), and everywhere else they have great food. Places I never even knew existed. He spares no expenses when it comes to good food. We've led different lives; for secondary school he was in boarding house in England, and college in France, so sometimes it gets tempting to tweak a few facts when we walk down memory lane.
For some reason, maybe because I'm not the best of liars I just took a "whatever" approach to things. Last week I went somewhere in Ijesha and I had this amahhhhhzing amala with ewedu and gbegiri (probably my second best meal) and it was the bomb! Told him all about it, even though he was looking at me like I'd just told him I kill puppies for fun...
Also told him about my mother's spot where they do great 'point n kill', goat meat et al. Plus when he asked where I grew up; proudly Surulere #ni-ojuelegba-o-they-know-my-story
Anyways that's how two days ago, I dropped by at his site, he asked them to go get me lunch and when they came to call me to eat, who did I see but somebori that I used to know.
Haaaa! Small world. The guy starts asking me where I stay now and when I left 'lere, when I told him, he said "Ah, Ope o! You made it out the hood!". LOL, I wasn't exactly in the "hood". The guy goes on to talk some things he shouldn't have but whatever...
That same night Mensah and I went to eat fish peppersoup at this joint in front of Ikota villa. We were to meet up with his friend. Turned out to be someone else I knew back then in surulere. I hadn't seen him in years! He doesn't even allow me to put the fish in my mouth before he starts "ah, I hope you like this one. Does your mummy still have that fish place? That place they do point and kill? Do you still go to Ijesha? Ah you used to like amala-shitta, and Olaiya, and bank olemoh designer rice. do you still go there? You remember Angels abi? That place near under masha bridge that you and your friend used to go to..." On and on he went.
Choi. My people!!!!
Now imagine if all these happened while I'd been forming butty for Mr Mensah, don't you think I would have dug a hole and jumped inside it? Jeez these hoodrats have no chill!!
The moral of this story (if there's one) is be yourself (provided you're not a sociopath or something equally sinister), honesty, even when it's (considered) embarassing is more honorable than shame.
No, the shame isn't in my Surulere days (which are still very much a part of my present), the shame is in being caught in such hopeless lies.
All the formers in the house take note!
Ps; Mr Mensah being friends with all these hoodrats just goes to show that he's just a hoodrat who cleaned out nicely! Hehe.
But be honest, have you ever been caught in a lie? I have! Early last month I stood someone up and later that day lied that I had to make an emergency trip to PH the previous day. "But I saw you in church this morning" he said. Dang, I didn't even know we attend the same church. #cringe. Share your cringe-worthy moments with me!