YOU'RE NOT THE ONE FOR ME

I can't stay still to save my life, you would either catch me singing, humming or worse dancing. Yes I dance on the road, anywhere. What’s worse is I don’t need music to dance, there is always one in  my head playing. Those who know me knows this, and well, if you're just getting to know me, welcome.

I went to Muri Okunola VI today to make a delivery, I can't be wasting time to enter cab or keke to VI, it is a trap. That's where you will sleep. So I took bike from New Market. Even with bike there was still traffic. Kosi problem, e go be.

We got to the office, opposite union bank and the bike man did not have change,  I told him to just  wait to take me back as I won’t be long. Mind you all the while I’ve been singing my song jeje before I got to Mr Daudu’s office.

Knock, knock, knock! "Come in" he said. I entered and he greeted me,I responded. His office was winter cold damn! I liked it so much that I complimented him “your office is chilling” in a playful manner and he said “oh really?” In my mind I was like oh really what?  Have you been under the sun recently sir?

His phone rang and he picked,  ‘hello, this is DHL office my name is so so so"... I looked around the office again, I was really enjoying the cold so I continued to sing one of Simi’s lyrics “Baby you're the one for me"... I kept repeating that line as that's all I remember of song.

That’s how the Mr Daudu asked “are you singing that song for me?” In my mind I was like which song? No! No way! Not you na ahan! I know I like dark men and all  but this one is blaack with a very deep Yoruba accent!  I smiled and replied “hehe, no not you”

He tried to be more friendly by asking me to pronounce my name correctly for him, In my mind  I as like Daudu stop eet! My name is Molawa and you are not the one for me.