I was not impressed. She would hardly accept to go out with me despite the fact that I gave her all my attention and dedicated 60% of my monthly allowance to make her a bit comfortable. Week upon weeks I devoted 80% of my quality time to meet up with her tall standard for accepting a man. I am not mistaken if I said that 89% of my phone credit was used to make calls to her and by now I have lost count of the number of SMS I have sent to her phone.

Nothing was more important to me than my only sweet angelic-delightful-gorgeous-dazzling and astonishing looking damsel, my one and only Olufunmi Folashade. I must confess that I have never seen anyone as heavenly as her; her presence is awesome and capturing it enveloped me in a magical enchantment. There was no way anyone could pass by her without looking lustfully. As a matter of fact if your eye has a way of telling you where to go then you may follow her like a mumu into an unknown destination.

Every time we sit across the table for just two, I spend 50% of the time lusting and burning in my blood fibers. I concentrated on that thought of mine trying to answer the question of the reality of the moment: could this be real and what did I do to attract this rare personality? Was it luck or was I dreaming? I enthusiastically lavished my irresistible feelings and passion on her. I left nothing out. I gave it all.

I saw her as a symbol of intelligence and an epitome of beauty; unequivocally I call her the most beautiful lady in the universe. I could use up a 500-page book to describe her rich personality and valued quality. To me, she was too heavenly to be on earth. Does she have a godly character? Oh yes. I was so proud that for the very first time I saw a completely perfect lady; her features were uniquely fabricated. I know my Christian and Moslem brothers will kill me if I said that I could even worship her for an hour.

Right form her fore-head radiates the smoothness of a surface like that of the top layer of the desert sand of the Arabian desolated track. The curvature was the master piece of an artistic guru in the world of beyond. It connected the glory and the glowing magnificence of her long royal hair to her face.

Her face. I have never seen such anywhere, not even on this side of my planet. Maybe that was the reason I seriously get upset when I see ladies who bear that name without having the minutest idea of what it takes to be called that name. If I had my way I will take the case to the court where I hope to press for that name to be the sole right and ownership of one person, my princess; that every one who bears that name should go for a change of name. I gave no more space for anyone or anything; I was so pregnant with my love for her. She was a source of inspiration no doubt. Her eyes gave light and true illumination to my misplaced and murky mind, even her eye lash was in a close resemblance of the architectural arc designed and built at the popular park in West Avenue in Italy - an authentic structure having the same attention the coliseum gets.

Who can compare with my one and only queen? My vision goes beyond what the eye sees; her light skin stood out proudly for the dark to tremble upon. The stretched and curling bleached hair was breath taking; her oval face made her a star before you could even look further. The connection of her nose stood out, the nostrils hidden by the tapered end of the bridge. Her own nose gave an extra function of decoration. Her chin and cheek balanced so well on her face it makes that oval profile to become visible to even the sightless. Her front and back sides could send you to that planet of hypnotism. You would easily see the ideal link and curve of her milky cones stand out pointing rudely at my face. It flushes smoothly from the frame of her clavicle and connects the center of suction, the nipple point: a tap of honey and milk. My bros King Solomon will better describe it his Songs that they are like the two young roes that feed among the lilies.  

Every time I am opportune to stay close to her when she talks, I watch in amazement the movement of her potable and well integrated lips; her breath so pleasant that it could send you to another zone and you want to stay there longer. Her sparkling and shinning set of teeth stood out suitably arranged and allied to set accurately in her mouth. No tarnish. No stain. Her eyes, right size and oval silhouette with pupils hanging from the inner surface of the upper eyelid made the white of her eye like a bottomless pit as if they could seize anyone she stared at.  She is fairest amongst the ladies.  

She was too real and I could remember going to my very loyal prophet for him to say something to me about her (your guess is as good as mine). He said YES. Yes she is mine. We were meant for each other. He said that we were going to live and spend the rest of our lives together. This singular prophesy gave me power and fired me up to write my heart on golden paper. This was my expression, dedicated to my Olufunmi….

Softly and tenderly your sweet breath glides on my skin

So warm and secure, for this I hardly get from my next of kin

As I put my hands in yours, I felt the real affection ready to give in

This was not a mirage; no longer could I help it, for it was as real as heaven frame

It’s undeniable, for I saw your love pierce and burn so warm like yellow flame

Your touch, so inspiring, it heals my good heart when it goes lame

Your special nature radiate unquestionable and sincerity

I could never doubt your words; it is so rich with integrity

It leaves no room for fear and rejection but for tomorrow’s possibility

Your looks, it moves my very energetic sensation

I have promised not to abuse the honorific invitation

Ye! My fears build quietly; I hope I wouldn’t have rejection

In my heart, I crave to stay forever…I no send

With both arms I stretch, take me as your friend

Even heaven knows that we are made so as to blend

I am submerged by your desire for romantic attention

For you beautiful emotions a growing perfection

Yes! I know that you are so special and my love always in your direction

Daily, I thought c good thoughts for both of us and there was nothing I didn’t try in my capacity to get up and give her. Alas, we were in the month of February – the love and lovers season. This was going to be another opportunity for me to express my heart felt desire and good intention towards her. My plans back dated from the month of December 2006. I made plans upon plans to really show how much I could dedicate my mind and soul to a godly woman. I kept my ears close to the ground to know what kind of event will come up during the period; it gave me a chance to select the one that will best be suitable for both of us. I wanted a choice place with fewer distractions.

 Back in my university days, I saw quite a handful of shows resulting in some of the girls becoming into women overnight.  Accommodation available became slaughter rooms and it’s a pity that ladies no longer see it fashionable to keep their pride: their use-to-be-golden-valley has now become a rusty-and-free-for-all highway.

Most of the popular eateries at this time of the year are mostly filled up to the door mouth. It is unfortunate that this time of the year is when guys deem it fit to take their ladies out. I consider it hypocritical, but I don’t have a problem with that as it is none of my business. I was still in search of a place for my queen, the apple of my eyes - one with the true identity of uniqueness and a true symbol of beauty.

After so many hours of search I was able to locate a cool place where I felt was going to be the appropriate nest just for us - An Afro-China Park located a few miles away from the main radius of Lagos. It had a warm touch from the point of entrance to the main spot where you could make yourself comfortable. I saw the uniqueness and professional exhibit of the colour lightings. It was a spacious site and a restricted region that appeared as if love was sprinkled in the air. It was so real that you could touch it. I was so glad that I found such a place and it would be such that I will be giving the unbeatable treatment any man could ever offer to his lady.

The day before Valentine I went to the bank to make that important withdrawal so as to book a space for the two of us. There was so much expectation and anticipation. I was really counting down to that hour. I could close my eyes and see both of us walking down the threshold of this love cave I had taken a lifetime to discover and also paid a fortune for. I knew I was going to be the happiest man on earth.

The last few minute before that day dragged so hard that I felt like going to adjust the hand of the clock to speed things up. Minute by minute…at last it was the 12midnight. I was so eager to be the first to call my Queen to grant her the second part of my heart but her line was engaged. This didn’t go down well with me. A million and one questions passed through my mind like current from an electric cable. It wasn’t that it was switched off or network busy, it was that the user was busy. I tried for a long time until my cell phone battery went completely flat.

This was the point I went crazy. Who was trying to eat where he hadn’t sowed and who had the guts to call my lady at that ungodly hour? I was ready to risk it that night to go on a rescue mission, to save her from that woman-thief. As early as 4:30am I called her to asked her why her phone was engaged in the very early hours of the morning, and who she was on the phone with? At first she hesitated and she tired to blame the network and then she said that he mother called her, then her uncle and then her brother. I know that I have tired my best to keep the line and connection but I hardly could understand why I wasn’t meeting up with her (Don’t know what she wants). 

After an hour I called her to give her know that I had gotten tickets for us. I needed us to spend time in a place I considered as Virgin Park, meant for untouched ladies like her. I still find it hard to imagine that her responses didn’t indicate any sense of commitment or interest. She kept saying that she had to lot of work on her desk in the office and she was likely to close late at work and that she could advice that we should fit it on some other day. I tried convincing her but I could only succeed in convincing myself of the fact that I was so stupid going to pour my heart and money in the gutter. As long she wasn’t there that place remained a vacuum.

I didn’t understand what was going on or what was going to happen to every plan I had made. I obviously didn’t wish to believe a thing I was hearing or seeing. This is not truth; how come she was going to be busy on Val’s day? Didn’t her boss know that she has a lover whom she was expected to spend the time with? I felt like going to her office to give her boss a piece of my heart and mind. I couldn’t imagine not spending time with her.

Hour upon hours I kept calling her to find out if she had finished all the work on her desk. Her response was not in anyway positive. It was 5pm yet she kept telling me how tied it was for her to be able to make it. I couldn’t bear it any more, I was ready to go in search of her but where was I to begin? She works in a shopping complex somewhere on the main land. If I was going to go I must first beat the heavy traffic. As for me I was really hoping that it wouldn’t inconvenient her and that was why I got a place on the island so that she would be driving against the traffic. It was common sense for her to come over to my office for us to move.

What was going on? A billion anger molecules built up within me. It was 7:30pm and I was getting impatient and very uncomfortable with everything. I was going gaga and praying in-between. Minute by minute the seconds were ticking and my heart beat followed the rhythm; it seemed that every second made me blanker and short of ideas, I didn’t know what to do any more not to talk of where to start from. I couldn’t quantify the amount of time and money I had invested into this project. I was seriously praying that it was a dream and that I should wake from it.

How could this be happening to me and how could she afford and accept to be busy at work on this very rousing day, the day I had been looking forward to? I was beginning to think as fast as the passage of electricity in a line. It was 8:30 already and I was still at the same spot wondering and hoping that a miracle would happen. At some point in time I tried to call her line to my amazement her phone was switch off. Switched off? How could that happen? This was not true, I kept confessing to myself but it sure didn’t change anything.

When it was 9pm, I decided that I should go to the park and just blow out my anger and anxiety on everything that crossed my path. I conceived a dozen decisions and what I would do to pay back for what this princess has done to absolutely blot my moment and life-time aspiration.

On getting to the park I struggled to get my body to pass through the gate. It just couldn’t.  And so I managed to drag myself to some obscure corner in order to continue with my hideous thoughts. I was hurting yet I couldn’t help it. I was even talking off key when one of the bar attendants came to ask me what I would like for the evening. I guess my answer was that I wanted my Olufunmi. Just then I began to reflect on the popular song ‘Olufunmi’ by one of the famous singers in Nigeria, Style-plus. These guys must have experienced the same thing to have composed that song. I supposed that she had walked out on them or disappointed them for such an expression to reflect in a song.  I sat at the same spot for God knows how long. I could see every one that came in and went out. I was praying and hoping that my princess would come in even if she never knew that I had made up such a nest to contain both of us. I was also wishing that her line would be switched on and that she would call me. I just couldn’t believe it but how could she just change overnight?

It was 10pm. I was already out of my mind and out of place. I needed to go back home to my hole, praying that I wouldn’t miss my way or my steps even though I never had any drink. I was disheartened. It was clear to heaven that one of their sons has been wounded and greatly disillusioned. I asked for the angels to come to my rescue fast as I was so scared that something bad will happen to me but I wasn’t sure what. My mind was ticking like a time bomb that was soon to blast off in everybody’s face. It was so clear that I was lost, home and abroad just because of my lady!

How much love did I give and how much was I getting in return? I knew I had invested my life and I was dying not seeing her. I cried for help yet no one could hear me. I was crawling in my spirit and I knew that I just needed a divine being to come over NOW.

The good new was that that strength I prayed for finally came but just at the point where I was taking my leave guess who I saw? It was my Olufunmi. She was elegantly dressed looking as if she was form the planet of models. What? There was another man by her side. Who was that guy? How did they locate this place or rather how did she know that this was the place I spent half a dozen months to discover so that we could spend time alone and together? I obviously wasn’t sure I was seeing anything. Could it be that I was in some sort of mind alteration and distortion? Now I knew I need help ‘cos I thought I was seeing double. I managed to walk on the side so as not to embarrass any one. I saw myself sneak close to the spot were I could get a better view of what I thought was or could be an illusion.

I saw every look and I captured it on my mind. It was true! She is the one I had been waiting for. I had given my everything so as to bring her to this place I called little heaven. What I had invested on, sadly and unfortunately she came in the hands of another man. This was not a joke. I had taken a close look at her and I knew she was the same princess I adored all my life. Was I to confront this fellow who looked like a responsible man yet a thief or just walk out without saying a word? Another option came to my head which was to just go and mess up their mood by just going to show myself to her and then walk out.  I thought of a lot of thing but I had to settle to be a gentleman.

I walked out in anger. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. The torment of seeing her being held in the hand was already making me sick I could throw up any moment. I was mad at every thing going within me. I wanted to stop my breath that minute. I prayed for thunder to strike and fall on this man whom I didn’t know from Adam. Yet I paused to ask if shouldn’t be praying for that strike to happen on my own head. How could this be happening to me on Val day?

Why and why me? I then set my eyes on the door way as I meditated on everything that was going on. I calculated the steps and the seconds it will take for me to fade from the park. With the game and love movie ticket meant for two of us in my hand I tried to push myself out of the place, tried to run out immediately they walked into the main relaxation & cool-off spot. I timed them as if I was trying to dodge and run from what was not after me. I just couldn’t explain what was happing to me. At a time when I deemed it apt to fight for what I wanted but I was growing and acting in a cowardly manner.

It was time and the moment was perfect for me to run out and I did so. I was out so fast that nobody noticed. And then the unfortunate happened. I ran into a bike popularly known as okada. It was riding in the opposite direction and I wasn’t looking even when it blew its horn. I had thought that someone was trailing me and hunting me. I had to take to my heels and I just wanted to get out of the scene as fast as possible. What happened next? I really didn’t know? All I was told was that I was in the hospital and that I was knocked down by motor bike.

I was in a hospital bed? How come and how did it happen? I screamed and made a fool of myself. Was I going insane or was I already insane? This was happening on Valentine Day! I just couldn’t believe it. Was this that gift I was hoping to get? To be insane on Valentine’s Day?