FED UP [XCVII]

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He drove off. He saw something from his rear view mirror and stopped.
  “What is it?” Mabel asked.
  “Nothing,” Coker said. “I thought someone was waving at me to stop.”
  “Ok.”
                He drove off.
  “Where are you taking us to?” Mabel asked Coker.
  “It is a surprise,” Coker replied.
  “Surprise ke. You know I don’t like surprises.”
  “It may be a surprise engagement party,” Cynthia said.
                They laughed.
  “Who is engaging who na?” Coker’s fiancée asked, still laughing. “We did ours months back.”
  “I was there with Segun na,” Mabel said and hissed.
  “Maybe Timi is hiding somewhere, ready to jump out suddenly and pop the question,” Cynthia said.
  “Timi is not free o,” Coker said
  “He is married?”
  “Kinda.”
  “And I was hoping if Mabel doesn’t pick him, he could be mine,” Cynthia said, feigning sadness.
  “What do you mean by ‘kinda’?” Mabel asked, smiling.
  “He is based abroad,” Coker said. “You know how it is there na.”
  “Ok. You have to marry an oyibo woman to get your papers.”
  “Something like that.”
  “But he is settled now right?”
  “Yes. He had his papers years ago. He is a big boy.”
  “Eiyaa, that’s good.”
  “He wants to marry from here but it has not been easy for him.”
  “Why does he want to marry again na?”
  “He wants to marry closer to home.”
  “So what is stopping him?”
  “If the oyibo woman finds out, he will be in trouble. So he is threading with caution.”
  “If I had a thing for him before,” Cynthia said. “I am no more interested joor before oyibo woman will trace me and come here.”
                They laughed.
  “No be small tracing,” Coker said.
  “Does he have kids with her?” Mabel asked.
  “Yes. Two girls.”
  “He should remain with his oyibo wife na.”
  “You know how tradition is here. Every man must have at least a son who is a pure breed and who will sustain the man’s family name and take over the traditions and legacies of the fathers.”
  “Tradition indeed. The world has moved away from that o.”
  “It is not entirely true o,” Coker’s fiancée said. “Our culture and tradition cannot be totally overrun. That is what makes us unique.”
  “Yes,” Coker agreed. “All you need do is to know the culture and find a way around it without confrontation.”
  “So what does he plan doing?”
  “There was an emergency, as his oyibo wife said, so he traveled back. In some month’s time, he will be back to resume the search from where he stopped.”
  “Ok oo.”
                Cynthia’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.
  “Who is calling me na?” she asked rhetorically.
                She picked and heard Chuka’s voice. Her face lit up. They talked for a while but Chuka told her he was not hearing her clearly and promised to call her back in the night. He hung up. Coker looked at her through the rear mirror.
  “Cynthi Cynthi,” he teased her.
  “What?” Cynthia asked, still wearing the smile on her face.
  “This call that is making you smile like this.”
  “Her bf called,” Mabel said.
                Cynthia nudged her.
  “Really?” Coker’s fiancée asked. “Tell me about him. Is he handsome? How many cars does he have?”
  “None,” Mabel said laughing.
  “I will punch you now,” Cynthia said, bursting into laughter.
                Coker and his fiancée joined in the laughter.
  “Throw him away then,” Coker’s fiancée said. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
  “It is not like that o,” Coker said. “Who knew I would get to where I am today? The girl I could have married now walked away from me years ago when I was still struggling.”
  “I don’t know what you people are saying o,” Cynthia said.
  “Don’t deny your bf na,” Mabel said.
  “Okay, he is still applying but I have not accepted him na.”
  “With what I saw while you were answering the call,” Coker said. “I already know the answer to his so-called application.”
  “Ok oo. End of Discussion.”
                Coker got to a popular joint in the town and slowed down.
  “I hope you like this place,” he asked Mabel.
  “It is ok,” Mabel said.
  “Alright.”
                He drove into the parking lot and parked. Then they alighted, Coker locked the car and they went towards where the tables were. It was an open space with a raffia roof.
  “Choose a table,” Coker said to them.
                After a moment of indecision, his fiancée chose one. They sat and a waiter came to them and took their order.
  “So when are we coming for your grooving?” Mabel asked Coker.
  “Which grooving?” Coker asked.
  “Nuptial knot-tying grooving.”
  “As soon as we finish with some family protocols.”
  “All these family protocols sef,”
  “It is harder on the man than on the woman,” Coker lamented. “I don’t know why.”
  “It is the same culture and tradition I was talking about earlier,” Mabel said.
  “I have told my parents to tell his people that they will not marry me o,” Coker’s fiancée said. “They should take it easy on their demands.”
  “Is it that bad?” Mabel asked.
  “It is o,” Coker said. “but we are almost done dealing with it.”
  “Ok.”
                The waiter, with the help of another waiter, brought the pepper soup they ordered. Then they went to get drinks. They soon came back with the drinks. As Mabel and co ate, they talked about issues any of them raised. Suddenly, Mabel froze with her eyes wide open as though she had seen a ghost.
  “What is it?” Cynthia asked her.
  “Segun,” she said pointing towards the entrance.
                They followed her pointing and saw what looked like Segun’s car coming into the compound.






(...to be continued)


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