Timmyz Tales : Lunch with Folarin

Folarin is kinda sorta my boss at work, so when he asks me to come to work on Saturday, I grumble but I have to go. Conveniently, he gives me a ride to and from work, he buys me lunch, and we have good conversation. So I ain’t mad.

On this particular day, though, I was Mad, I was Livid and my face lacks the ability to conceal my feelings, so he could tell from the “good afternoon Folarin.” I was mad for several reasons:

1. My boyfriend (Jide) had started dating his so-called ‘best friend,’ fucking Isoken. This girl used to tell me that she was so much better at being his girlfriend than me and we would laugh over it. Look at me now!!! I will spit in your face when I see you…snag!

2. My generator went off and never came back on, and PHCN is really a myth in that area.

3. There has not been water for 5 days. I have been bathing with a bag (20 sachets) of Pure Water!!!!!!!!!!

4. I was just upset abeg, all I wanted to do was lay in bed and watch Desperate Housewives.

Anyway, I ranted to Folarin and managed to tie everything back to Lagos and the curse of moving to Lagos, and how I can never be pleased living here. Out of pity or love or hunger, he took me to some restaurant in Lekki Phase 1 (Sao Café) and he bought me food, then he told me about his life.

Mid-convo, I stepped out to take a call, it was my mum…bless her… she is such a trooper. While I was talking to her, some guy stepped out and sat on one of those ‘couches’ at the back, he was intently and intensely staring at me. When I was done with the call, he walked up to me, said a few nice words and asked for my number. For some reason, I looked back and caught Folarin’s eyes…they were not pleased.

I went back in after my mini-flirt, which I needed, and Folarin said nothing to me afterwards. The whole day was just awkward, it was purely boss-colleague. Even the ride home was awkward. He was consciously trying not to sound upset. Then at 11:53 at night, he made it even more awkward, he sent me a message: “ I’m sorry I acted the way I did.” I did not and really could not respond. The day after, he called me three times at 7a.m. I didn’t pick up (because I was asleep), but then he left another message: “I’m sorry Timi.”

WHOOOOLLUP!!!: Are we like in a relationship? Am I not allowed to speak to men? Or is it cos he was there? What’s all this? Folarin needs to not mess this up for me, our relationship is so convenient.

My Name is Timi; and that's how my Saturday went.