Monday, April 27, 2015

When In Nigeria - Chapter 2

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Patricia had visited five other countries before coming to Nigeria. Romania was her first stop. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for in that country but she definitely didn’t find it. Even though Patricia hadn’t been in Romania before, she managed it quite well. Her mother called her almost every day to check if she was enjoying her stay there, while her father just asked if she needed more money. As Patricia walked beside this man who said his name was Ade, she knew that what she might be looking for still wasn’t in this country she’d stubbornly decided to visit.

“Home sweet home.” Ade announced. They were in front of a building. Lots of building merged together to be precise. The buildings were all high up, like the ones in Manhattan but this ones, Ade called it home; Patricia called it— well she simply smiled. It was extremely dark, no electricity. Loud sounds of what she assumed to be coming from generators were all Patricia heard. The noises prevented her from thinking straight.

“Where do we begin?” Ade stated with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “It’s a very small place, not what you are used to but,” He turned to look at the woman who was standing behind him, steadily waiting to see what he meant. He hadn’t ask for her name but, “anyway, here we go.” Ade placed his key into his lock.  The door flew open. Patricia took a sneak peek into what Ade called heaven while he dragged her luggage into the one room apartment.

“I hope I’m not intruding?” Patricia said, stepping into the room. It seemed like he lived alone but she was curious. The room— well, there is little one can say about it. To Patricia, the room was smaller than the size of her bathroom back in France, which explained why Ade would live alone. A curtain divided the room in two to give him a bedroom. In his pretense living room, an old grumpy looking long couch sat pushed to the wall, and then a small TV was placed on top a wooden table. Patricia shivered.

“Nah, you’re fine. Try to make yourself at home.” Ade grinned, dusting the couch which Patricia knew would be her resting place for the night. Ade rushed towards his windows and pushed them open, letting fresh air into the room. Patricia watched in amusement as Ade tried to make his living area suitable for her.

“It’s not what your used to but its—”

“It’s fine.” Patricia stopped him. She moved to the windows. It seemed this was the city where no one slept, a misrepresentation of New-York. Patricia could hear the sounds of children playing which made her wonder if they had a curfew.  Moving away from the window she asked nonchalantly, “How much am I paying for the night?”

“Excuse me?” Ade’s voice lost all touch of niceness.

“Look, I know you’re helping me out but I’ll like to pay you back, so just tell me how much?” Patricia repeated casually. She didn’t see anything wrong in what she asked. She didn’t want to feel in debt to anyone. She was going to pay the guy partly because he looked like he needed it.

But Ade found her question offensive. “I know I’m not running a charity foundation here, not that you need it but ma’am I wish you wouldn’t insult me.”  In that moment, Ade wished he’d just used his head when he first saw her. He should have just walked away but he’d given her a chance to prove that she wasn’t a spoilt brat. Patricia figured she’d hurt Ade’s pride. She’d always had a way with words; the reason why her romantic life never moved past the first date.

“Hey, I’m sorry…” Patricia sighed. Ade shook his head and walked out on her apology. Ade came back out from his bedroom and handed Patricia a flash light. “I think you can figure your way around with this.”
“Your bag is there if you need it,” Ade said, scratching his neatly shaved head. “I think my work here is done. Tomorrow I will take you to a hotel. Goodnight.”

“Good night.” Patricia offered softly.

With a stranger lying a few feet away, there was no way she could change out of her dirty clothes. Patricia sighed. She became frustrated with her current situation.  There was no way of changing out of her clothes and a warm bath for the night was most definitely out of the question. The flash light Ade gave Patricia came in handy as she used it to locate her luggage bag. She brought out some of her expensive long gowns to serve as her blanket for the night. Who would have thought she’d go a night, cold with no shelter from a warm fluffy blanket and no pillow to cushion her head?

An hour later, Patricia felt like she was thrown into a pool of water. The sweat that made her shirt stick to her body confirmed that there was no need for a blanket after all. All her sweat glands were active. Patricia felt like she was suffocating. She tried her best to focus all her attention away from the heat in the room. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I should have just used the money I used in buying a plane ticket to Nigeria for something else. I could have gone to India again or something.

The heat had no chill. At one point, Patricia thought she was running high with fever. Daniel slept just fine. He’s soft snores were all Patricia heard as she finally allowed sleep to take over.

Some minutes later, the loud cheer of voices jerked her up from sleep. Patricia screamed along with the voices she heard. The cheering didn’t stop. She panicked. She thought to herself, this has to be a bad dream.

Her scream woke up Ade. He jumped out bed the instant he heard her sharp cries. “What’s wrong?” He asked, coming to stand in front of Patricia. He placed his hands on Patricia’s shoulders, pulling her forward to face him. This was the closest they'd ever been since meeting. Ade might have forgotten that he was half naked, Patricia didn’t. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up, I thought I was having a bad dream…” Ade shook his head. He went over to where the light switch was and flipped it on. A dimmed light came through.

He hissed, “What is this, just look at this?” he pointed to the light bulb. “It’s not even a full current.” He said. But it was enough for Patricia. She could see all of him. His muscles and his flat stomach withheld no inch of fat; he was all man.

“I wasn’t dreaming?” It was more of a personal statement than a question.

“No, it’s normal.” Ade reassured her, moving away from the light switch.  “The noise you heard is from my neighbors. It gets this way when Nepa decides to save us from darkness.”

Patricia’s mouth curved into an “Oh.” Whatever that word Nepa was, she absorbed it in as if she really knew what he meant.

“You can go back to sleep now, no one is coming for you.”

Since Ade was about to go back to bed, Patricia figured now was her only chance to apologize about what she’d said earlier. “I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean it like that, I just thought…” she rushed out the first words she could think of before her nerves got the best of her.

“It’s nothing, just try and sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” Ade stated, not impressed with Patricia way'sof trying to mend things. 

He left Patricia left alone in the dark room. Patricia had to admit it, she did miss the chatty guy who paid for her taxi fee earlier on. When they first met, the way Ade openly spoke to Patricia had made her feel as if she had someone in Nigeria, but now, Ade simply gave her the cold shoulders. Throughout the night, Patricia turned and turned, unable to find the perfect spot. She was all by herself even though Ade slept a few feet away from her.

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