Timmyz Tales - Fela, Not Kuti

I have a friend ‘Tee’ (I know her as Toochi) but she calls her self Naomi now, she lives in Abuja, she does some work occasionally for the government and other times she is ‘an interior decorator’ Decorating the homes and rooms of wealthy politicians, who in turn decorate her account. (side eye)

Tee had something work-related to do in Lagos and was going to be in Four Points for 6 weeks, Knowing how my logistics troubles, she asked me to be her plus one for the 6 weeks, saying "'i'd hardly be there anyway"…of course I jumped on it.

Folarin and I had gone past the awkward phase, we just did not talk about that lunch and those messages, I was not going to let his inability to manage his emotions and tame his pride come between me and my convenience… that ride to and from work is very important to me. Btw, he is married and we will never get passed the Friend Zone.

Tee had come, and I was ready to live happy.... I strolled into Four Points that Friday evening; interesting experience I must say, I got stopped by at least three security personnel saying ‘Excuse me ma, please where are you going?’…. I always wanted to reply with sarcasm but do u blame them ? With the number of refined and packaged prostitutes walking gidi streets they have to ask. Tee had dropped her room key and a note for me, it said ‘please relax, eat and be happy, I won’t come in early’. I went up, dropped my stuff and literally passed out.

Saturday morning was heavenly!!!!!!! There was no noise from my neighbours who ‘bond over laundry’ on Saturday mornings, I didn’t have to worry if there will be water today or naah, breakfast was guaranteed and I didn’t wake up in a pool of my own sweat...  I went to the gym, took a nice warm shower and went to breakfast in the restaurant downstairs. I was in such a happy place, and to top it all I shared my breakfast table with the most adorable, warmest, funniest, sweetest man in the world. His name is Fela. Kai!!!! I couldn’t wait to gist Tee and Folarin.

How it happened:

I was sitting by the window enjoying my baked beans and sausages in what Folarin Calls my ‘I woke up like this- Face”. A noticeably hot man walked past ALL the empty tables, and came straight to me ‘Can we have breakfast together?’… I looked up (embarrassed and shy) and said ‘sure’. Then he sat

Him: “Do you like sausages’’

Me: “Good morning, please I have zero tolerance for small talk. Besides, Do you like sausages is the most ridiculous thing you could lead with’’

He chuckled, and apologized, stretched out his arm and said, ‘I’m Fela’ ,

Me: ‘I’m Timi’

Him: “honestly Timi, I am friend-hunting, I am in Lagos for work and have been for 2 months, I have 4 to go, I know no one in Lagos, and you are a pretty girl, can we hang out sometime”

Me; “Lol, that’s better, I am going up to my room now, here’s my room number, I am gonna be in there most of today. Call me’’

I was shocked at myself, so forward and so confident… that’s truly my attitude towards life but Lagos has been subduing me. I felt like I was a bit rude and shut-downy, but the sausage question kind of threw me off; as un-intended as it might have been.

Needless to say, Fela and I got really chatty and I ‘Loved’ him immediately, not in the Cinderella story kind of way. I loved him in a “what a refreshing experience” kind of way. Our conversations were seamless, effortless, so alive. We talked about a lot of things, but nothing too personal. We had dinner together that day and then it kind of became a thing.

I’d look forward to getting off work just to go have dinner with Fela, He became my go-to. We were on an exploratory trip together, going everywhere, figuring out places together, and it was so convenient. He was two floors up, a call away and always always always ready to hear me rant!!!

We discovered a pedicure place in lekki phase one. The best salad in Lagos, suya from the famous Abeyigi and of course the all known and all loved Glover court. We went to the beach, we had drinks, we laughed at each other, we started stealing kisses. Spending time with Fela made the Hate List invisible.

When I told Folarin about Fela, I am not sure how he felt, quite frankly I actively avoided a reaction.  He grilled me, what’s his surname? what school did he go to? What’s his blood type, what’s the color of his eyes (ok exaggerating a little). After the Q and A, he said, ‘I miss riding with you’. I am happy you are over Jide’ I hope Fela makes you happy and I was just like ‘yeeeeaaaaa’....

My name is Timi (timmy) I found something(one) I like.