Blocks and Cement

“A bottle of water to start with.” He said to the waitress, returning her overemphasized smile with a curt one.
She tried to take the menu but he placed a hand on it. “My date will soon arrive.”
She tried to mask her disappointment with an even wider smile but he had already seen it.
He smiled to himself as she walked away. He was aware that he was easy on the eyes, but he had not always benefited from that type of attention. If anything, it had brought him more trouble than he needed.

By the time the waitress had returned with the bottle of water, he had gone from being intrigued at the idea of a blind date, to wondering what the hell he was thinking. It was not that he needed help in that department but his friends Kachi and Bose were so sure this lady was perfect for him that curiosity got the best of him and he didn’t put up much of a fight when they called her there and then to set the date up.

The fact that she was open to it made her even more intriguing. To make it more interesting, she had insisted she did not want to know his name yet, and that she would meet him at a location of his choosing rather than him coming to pick her up. That way, if it all went sour, she could drive herself home or somewhere more interesting. How could he say “no” to that?

He glanced at his watch and then towards the entrance. She had just walked in and was scanning the room. She smiled at him as their eyes met and made her way over.
She wore very little makeup, and a dress that showed her curves but still left something to the imagination.
Classy, intentionally understated, beautiful.

She had suggested that their mutual friends show each of them the other person’s picture so that they knew exactly who they were looking out for. It was not entirely a blind date per se, but neither of them wanted to look lost in a fancy restaurant.

He got up and greeted her with a kiss to one cheek before pulling out her chair.
“I hope it wasn’t hard for you to find this place.” He said, returning to his seat.
“Not at all. It’s not my first time here. Good choice by the way.” She winked.
He knew it was a good choice. Not just because the ambiance was great and the food was even better, but because the place was known to only a few of the Lagos elite. So he was surprised that she knew of it.

It was either she got courted by wealthy men a lot, was the child of a wealthy man, or was in the know by virtue of her own rights. He did not really care which it was, and he definitely was not going to ask. That was the kind of question that got a drink thrown in your face and well, his blazer was expensive.
One thing was certain though: his interest was piqued.

“Introductions then?” She asked with a small smile.
“Of course!” he said. “Pardon my poor manners.”
“I’m Ifeamaka; but you already knew that.” She said with a sly smile.
“Yes. It is a pleasure to meet you Ifeamaka. I’m Ikenna.” He responded.
“I like that. I half expected you to give me an English name.” She said, mischief dancing in her eyes.
“Why?”
“Same question I ask people that do.”
“Perhaps if it was the name everyone knew me by; otherwise, that’s just pretentious. Besides, who e epp?” He shrugged, taking a swig of his water.
“Not opposed to throwing down some pidgin too. Impressive.” She said with a smile.
“I am starting to be concerned about the kind of men you meet.”
She chuckled.

“No food sir?” The waitress asked, interrupting them.
They made their orders.
As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, Ifeamaka leaned in. “I think the waitress has a crush on you.”
“She probably is that way to all her customers.” Ikenna said, shooing the idea away.
“I doubt it. She looked at you even when she was speaking to me, and she was really out to impress. At some point, I wanted to tell her there was only one ‘r’ in ‘sir’.”
Ikenna’s eyes widened in amusement. “You noticed that too?”
Ifeamaka only giggled in response.

They spoke about about a lot of things without divulging too much.
Ikenna was careful not to appear too serious but Ifeamaka did not seem to mind. In fact, she seemed just as happy to discuss current affairs as she was to discuss celebrity gossip.
“So tell me,” she began, “what foods do you not like?”
“I’m not very picky actually but some things just don’t make sense to me. For instance, crabs.”
“What? Crabs are delicious!” She said, genuinely surprised.
“Probably; but it’s just too much work. Do you know some restaurants give you a hammer? Why should eating food involve a hammer?” He asked incredulously.
She laughed. Head tilted back, no inhibitions, just straight from the belly laughter.
He enjoyed watching it.

“Okay, your turn”. He said, after he realized he had been staring at her a little too long.
She wiped a lone tear with her napkin. “You should have seen your face. How can you even dislike something you haven’t even tried?”
Ikenna shrugged in response.
“Anyway,” she chuckled, “onions.”
Onions what?” He asked.
She merely looked at him until it hit him.
“No way! You cannot be a Nigerian woman and not like onions. Isn’t EVERYTHING cooked with it?”
“Oh I like onions just fine; I just don’t understand why it has to be visible.” she smiled, as she scooped a forkful of rice into her mouth.
“Aaah, so you are one of those?”
“One of what?”
“Those that shred their onions so tiny it pretty much disintegrates in the pot.”
“Shred ke? Brother, I blend. We have to puree that sucker before it makes it into the pot.”
This time it was Ikenna who laughed heartily.
It had been a while since he did.

The waitress returned to take the plates and once again, gave more attention to Ikenna.
Before Ifeamaka could speak after the waitress was gone, Ikenna blurted out “it’s probably not a crush. Just a ruse to get a fat tip or my number.”
“Oh come on. She might actually REALLY like you.” She teased.
“She doesn’t even know me.”
“You have never heard of love at first sight?”
He only gave her a look.
“Let me guess, you are one of those that thinks everyone has an ulterior motive?” She asked, watching him intently.
“Don’t we all?” He began. “Even seemingly good people show their true colours when they get what they want.”

She paused and stirred her drink idly with her straw.

Finally she spoke. A little bit of the humour missing from her tone. “Have you always been his cynical?”
He sighed.

“Not always. I am the youngest of two children. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for it. The physical abuse I could deal with, the psychological however… Anyway, I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. As soon as I was done with school, I moved to Lagos for work and never looked back. About 5 years later, he reached out and I thought he wanted to repair our relationship. Thinking back now, I feel so stupid for getting my hopes up. By the fifth time he asked me for money, the scales had finally fallen from my eyes. What’s worse, when I refused to give him the amount he requested, he referred to me as the demon child that killed his wife and added that he should have killed me when he had the chance. Relatives, friends and even women I have met have not been much different so yes, I am a bit of a cynic and now you know why.”

That’s what he wanted to say. 

Instead, he smiled and said “so I have been told”.

Ikenna was not the kind to let people in so easily but he had to admit that she was very easy to talk to.
He especially liked that she was quick-witted; he had always found that attractive in a woman.
Her strong command of the English language was definitely a plus. She used the word “cynical” correctly; not like a lot of people he knew who thought it was a synonym for “sarcastic”.
His wall was up, as it usually was. However, he readied a sledgehammer because he had a suspicion that by the end of the night, he would be knocking down a portion of his wall.

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12 thoughts on “Blocks and Cement

  1. Grrrrrrrr! You’re at it again…leaving us in suspense! You’re just fortunate that Lagos is far away, else I would have come to your house to squeeze the sequel out of you!

    Anyway, we’re waiting. This one must have part 2 o!

  2. Read part2 first so this part clears up a lot of questions i had. Be that as it may, love how u left it…largely because as upset as i am they didnt end up together, this tale is realistic!
    For absolutely no reason, things dont work out🤔

    Ala, La la land(The film)

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