Age is Just A Number-Part 2

I stopped in my tracks, shocked and panicky.
I didn’t know if I should run or walk away like I didn’t hear, but instinct took over, I turned immediately and sprayed the pepper spray and kicked him in the nuts, he yelled from the pain of both effects, but I didn’t care, as I was yelling at him for being a kidnapper and shouting “what do you want from me?”.

It was late in the night so people just went on minding their own business, stylishly running away. Anyone who said shivery was alive, were either dead or blind”. I was all alone to deal with the hulk of a man.

When I was calm and I knew I have screamed my lungs out at him, I managed to hear him say, “my boss asked me to give you this note”. I was like “which boss?” and he said you know him.
He dropped the envelope on the floor stood up and the guy I didn’t notice early came to assist him up into the same jeep I saw that day and they drove off.

I was afraid, so I picked up the envelope and I also noticed, in his struggle and pain, his ID card had fallen from his pocket. I turned towards the light and apparently, he is an employee of a private security company.

I got into the house, dropped my bag, and locked my room door just in case of any blowback. I opened the envelope and saw a handwritten note. The writing on the note was impressive. But that wasn’t important. I began to read the note.

Hi Folashade,
I’m sorry I frightened you.
It just so happens that you are self-aware and smarter than my security.
It is I, Bolade. We met at Mopheth Pharmacy. You were too distraught from your menstrual pain to get yourself from your car into the drug store. I’m sure you remember the rest. I know it is a terrible reference. But I didn’t get your number correctly that day and I remember you told me where you lived.
I wanted to check up on you, but my overzealous security turned it into something else.
I’m sorry for any trauma you might have had.
This is my number 08092657390. If you feel safe talking to me, I would love to hear from you

Bolade.

Bolade. It didn’t take me a long time to remember Bolade. Such a sweet nice guy, he was so kind and gentle. I was at that pharmacy, to get painkillers, but my cramps were causing me so much pain, I literally couldn’t get out of the car.

I wondered how I was managing to drive and I couldn’t even remember what took me to Lekki that day. Oh yes, I wanted to deliver a client’s slippers that I designed which was due. I almost cursed that day until Bolade came to my rescue.

He wasn’t emasculated by rushing into the store to get me the drugs and he went the extra mile, by getting me Tampon in all sizes as well as multivitamins and hot bottles for stomach relief. He stayed with me as I took the drugs and I knew I left him worried when I said I could drive self-home. I gave him my number to ease the worry, but he never called. Not even a text.

I guess I now know why.

But, does that justify the tailing and security following me up and down. Well, he did say that the security guys were over Sabi people. So, the question is, should I call him or not.

I lay flat on my scattered bed. It wasn’t comfortable, the swooning over Bolade made it comfortable. At that moment I knew I was going to call him.