It was a cold Saturday and for the first time in a long time, I found myself praising God, telling him how wonderful he was, how precious he was, how sweet he was. And for a moment I imagined God as a woman and told her how sexy she was. I showered God with sweet unnecessary words like I would a beautiful insecure lady who needed validation from a man. Why the praises? For making that day a Saturday. I wondered how I would wake up to take my bath for work if it had been a weekday. It was too cold for comfort and I had to take cover under my blanket.
My alarm rang and that was when I remembered I planned to cycle that morning. I had set my alarm to 6:00 a.m. I contemplated extending the cycling time to 7:a.m. so I could have another one hour sleep but I knew that would be a ploy to stop me from cycling that day. Like someone shocked by electricity, I sprang out of my bed and hurriedly changed to my sportswear before I could change my mind.
On my way back home, just as I entered my street, I looked up and saw Mrs Davies sauntering towards my direction like someone with no trouble in the world. That is one thing I had always known about Mrs Davies. She always wore her smile with pride like a badge of honour. I am yet to fully find out if it is her face features that make her face look like she is smiling even when she is talking to no one.
It had never been my business looking at someone’s wife until I came across Mrs Davies .So I had always avoided taking too much glances of Mrs Davies. When she walked passed me, I would make sure I didn’t look back. I would face my front to avoid thought that is not godly. However, I need to confess that I had found myself looking back discreetly on some rare occasions. When I did, I made sure I did not look beyond once just to have a look of her back view. I think it is not a sin until you look more than once. Isn’t it?
That Saturday, Mrs Davies was putting on a cotton white T-shirt and a wrapper on her waist. I had taken all the glances I needed to take from afar before she moved closer as I had concluded in my mind not to greet her. I wanted to avoid her. I wished I had not come down from the bicycle. It would have been easier to ride pass her. As I pushed my bicycle and Mrs Davies moved closer, I could not help but notice how gorgeous she was. I could see two groundnuts shooting out of her white T-shirt. The cold whether must have something to do with the pointed groundnuts. The whether definitely sprouted them up from their resting state. Wait, who are those guys that say women wearing wrappers around the house make them look like village women or old women, rather they should wear bump shorts and singlets or other skimpy tops? They definitely have not seen Mrs Davies. Mrs Davies no doubt put that erroneous assertion to disrepute.
I was shocked when Mrs Davies moved closer to me and greeted me. My heart freezed for a moment. Many thoughts ran through my mind. Has she come to accost me? Could it be that she know Mercy and I have been watching her and her husband? Has she come to threaten me? Did she want to say she will report us to the police? No, it is not possible for her to know, we always put down the blind, or could she? Too many thoughts.
Mrs Davies: Good morning
Me: Good morning ( I feel relieved a bit seeing that she is relaxed and all smiles. Definitely not what I am thinking)
Mrs Davies: Thank God. You know I have been looking for how I will get my bicycle repaired. The brake is not working and the chain has broken. I just kept it in a corner. I wonder if you know of a repairer around.
Me: ehmmm. Yes, there is one at that U I area.
Mrs Davies: I would be glad if you can assist me, how do I get it there?
Me: That is no problem, just let me know when you are ready, I will assist you.
Mrs Davies: Thanks, I am grateful.
Me: please don’t mention.
Mrs Davies: Sorry, are you the one staying opposite my apartment up there? (pointing to my apartment).
Me: (I try to conceal the fear and anxiety building) Yes, I stay there. Anything?
Mrs Davies: Nothing, just asking.
Me: Okay. (I try to discharge her by trying to move my bicycle)
Mrs Davies: Thank you. Sorry, I don’t know your name.
Me: My name is Shina. And you?
Mrs Davies: My name is Modupe.
Me: Mrs Modupe?
Mrs Davies: Yes, Mrs Modupe Davies
Me: Okay, Mrs Davies.
She tried to move when all of a sudden she stopped. I wondered what stilled her. Then I followed the direction of her eyes. Behold, It was Mercy she was staring at. Mercy was cat walking towards us.
Mrs Davies: That lady, she lives in your compound?
Just then Mercy reached our space.
Mercy: Good morning
Mrs Davies and Me: Good morning
Mrs Davies: Wow: I like your hairdo, it is beautiful.
Mercy: Thank you.
I could see the uneasiness in Mercy seeing the woman we had bean watching having prayer sessions with her husband in their Kitchen.
Mrs Davies: I just might use your hairdresser.
Mercy: That is no Problem. I will direct you there when you are ready.
Mrs Davies: Thank you. See you guys later. (she said it in a way that made it look like she saw us as a team)
Mercy and Me: See you.
Mrs Davies left leaving Mercy and I staring at each other wondering what exactly just happened and what exactly is happening.