‘First step to moving on from your past life to a new life 101- get rid of emotions, kill them, burn them and bury them.’ I scribbled into the new diary I’d gotten for myself.
“Fasten your seatbelts please.” The air hostess said with a very wide smile.
I stare at her with an unreadable facial expression. She’s so nice because I’m seated in Business Class if I were in Economy, she’ll plaster an almost rude smile on her face, I tell myself. I’ve never flown business class before but I’ve flown First Class even though that was an international flight with my family and back then, I was ten years old. After the flight, I remember hearing my dad complain about the amount of money he’d spent on the flight but then, he turned to look at me and said.
“It was all for my princess Cleopatra.”
I had smiled back and hugged him with all my might as I loved him so much but that was in the past, now I loved no one, not even myself.
Now, seated and waiting for the plane to take off, I remember that Kanyinsola is in the economy section of the plane and I let out a sigh of relief. I don’t think I’d be able to tolerate her chatter for forty-five minutes. As I exhale, my mind takes me back to about two hours ago when we arrived the airport to buy plane tickets for our trip to Lagos.
“I am so thrilled that my mom agreed that you stay with us.” She said to me, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re going to experience living in Lagos life for the first time and I’m so honoured to be your chaperone.”
I’d smiled at her and said nothing.
“Listen, my brother is living at home till he moves to his own house, he’s done with his masters and he’s working for my uncle’s company. I will be so happy if the both of you…you know…” She said giving me a smile.
My face turned stone cold, my heart cringed at the hint of a relationship and I wanted to wipe the smirk from her face.
“The two of you will hit it off…I can tell. He doesn’t have a girlfriend…at least, not that I know of and…”
I cut her short.
“Let’s go and buy our tickets.” I said as I pulled my luggage and made my way to the airline ticketing box.
“Good afternoon, I’d like a flight to Lagos.” I’d said briskly.
Kanyinsola had followed me behind, obviously wondering why I’d left her hanging.
“Yes, we would love two tickets to Lagos please.” She’d said.
“I want a business class seat.” I said.
Kanyinsola had looked at me with mouth open.
“Business kini? That’s expensive.” She’d said.
“I want to be comfortable on my flight to Lagos.” I’d said.
“Ha…do you want to spend all your money on transport? Let’s take economy na…” She pleaded.
“If you don’t want to take business class, fine. You can take economy.” I said.
She’d looked at me, uncertain of what to do.
“Okay, I’ll take economy but it won’t be fun since we won’t be seat mates hence, we won’t be able to gist as much as I want us to.”
“I’m going to be staying at your house in Lagos right? Don’t worry, we’ll gist for as long as you want.” I’d said with dread.
She seemed to be relieved at my answer and had smiled at me. I’d quickly got my ticket and excused myself to one of the network shops in the airport. There, I purchased a new sim card.
Now, seated and staring at the pages I’d have to fill in my very big diary, I heard my seat partner, clear his throat.
“Is that your diary?” He asked.
I turned to stare at him wondering why he’d asked such a stupid question.
“Obviously.” I said as I slammed the book shut, pushed in a small key and locked it, then hung the key with a chain around my neck and pushed my diary into my hand bag.
“I’m sorry for prying…it just seems like it’s common for ladies to keep a book of secrets.” He said with a smile.
If he’d intended to charm me with his smile, he was doing a bad job of it but I flashed my thirty-two at him and said.
“Well, call it what you like but it’s for our best kept secrets.” I said
“So, what do you keep in there…stories of your escapades?” He asked, turning flirty on me.
I wasn’t used to flirting with men as the only man I’d ever flirted with was the same one who’d broken my heart into a million pieces. I recoiled for a bit but realized that I was slowly turning back to the Cleopatra of my past so I shrugged my naivety away and inched closer to him.
“Do you have any memories you’d like me to jot down in my diary?”
His eyes widened as I could tell that he was quite surprised by my straight question.
“Well, it all depends on you…but first, I’d like to know the name of the very pretty lady who’s caught my fancy and who also happens to be my seatmate.”
“Cleopatra.” I said holding out my hand to him for a handshake.
“Eniola.” He said to me.
“Nice to meet you, Eniola.” I said.
“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded.
The plane took off and once we were in the air, the air hostess came to us to ask what we’d like to be served.
“I’ll have coffee.” He said.
“Red wine, please.” I replied.
When she left, he continued his questions.
“So, do you live in Abuja or Lagos?” He asked.
“I live everywhere,” I said with a smile.
“Really? Where do you stay in Lagos?” He asked.
Kayinsola had told me that her family lived in their own house in Oshodi. Suddenly, telling him that I lived in Oshodi didn’t sound right besides, it wasn’t my house but Kanyinsola’s.
“I’m still observing the city of Lagos and I haven’t settled yet.”
“So, you’re house hunting?”
I laughed and mentally noted a piece of advice to jot down in my diary ‘Flirting advice 101: Never give too much away, always leave them guessing.’
The hostess came back to us and handed me a glass of red wine.
“I love red wine, I can’t actually say which brand is my best though.” I said, changing the topic as I took the glass of wine the hostess offered.
“I prefer white wine.” He said staring at me with a calculative gaze. “I live in Lagos but I went to Abuja on business.”
I nod and sip my wine while he took his coffee, then I noticed him do something quite ridiculous. He stylishly pushed his wedding ring off his fourth finger. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, he was so pathetic.
“So, maybe when we get to Lagos, you’d like to hang out sometime.” He said.
“That sounds like a plan.” I said, plastering a smile on my face..
“Can I have your phone number?” He asked me.
I pulled open my bag and brought out my sim card pack and began to read the numbers written on the pack.
“Wait…don’t tell me you’re about to give me a fake number.” He said.
“This is the only number I have…if you’d rather I give you my email, I’d…”
“Oh…don’t mind me, I’ll take the number.” He said with a smile.
“My old phone got missing so I had to get a new phone and a new sim.” I said.
“You should have just retrieved your old sim.”
“No one’s got time for that.” I said with a smile.
“What of your contacts? Aren’t you bothered that your friends won’t be able to reach you and important contacts could be lost?”
“Are you going to type in my number?” I asked with a seductive smile.
“Sure.” He said as he brought out his phone and quickly punched in the number.
“Wait…tell me, how did you enjoy the business class?” Kanyinsola breathlessly asked.
We were at the terminal, with our luggage at our sides and waiting for nothing in particular.
“Come on, stop being elusive.” She sulked.
“It was okay…”
“You must have had a motive. Why did you take business class anyway?” She asked.
It was at the tip of my tongue to tell her to shut up and stop asking silly questions when Eniola walked into view with his small bag in his hand and waved at me. I waved back and turned to face her.
“How are we getting to your house?” I asked.
Kanyinsola turned to look in the direction I’d waved.
“Wait…don’t tell me you snagged yourself a hot dude.” She asked with mouth wide. “He’s so hot!”
“Are we calling a cab?” I asked.
“Dang! I should I paid for business class, I sat with a grumpy old man and a serious looking woman. To top it all off, the baby seated behind my seat with his mother screamed his way down to Lagos.” She whined.
“Can we get out of here? It’s almost seven pm.” I said.
“Oh okay…lemme request for a taxi ride, I don’t think anyone is coming to pick us up.” She said resignedly.
I look around at the airport and a smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
‘It was done. I had left home forever!’
To be continued…..