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FINDING IT AT THE ODD PLACES.

 



The short story.....


Majestically she walked in that cold evening. With  beauty and decency, my mind puzzled to what must have brought her to such a odd place at a odd time.


Her exquisite long, fitted gold colour gown, dropping at her angles, flared and exposed her underlined shapes as she walked past the crowded part of the bar.


 I fixed my eyes on her as i zipped from my glass of Red Label brandy. She walked past me and head straight to the bartender, dragged a long bar stool and fixed her soft butts on it.


 She wandered her eyes thoroughly, scanning the low dim light of Magnus Night Club. 


The music was intense, strippers and pool dancers entertained their wild spectrum of audiences with eyes glued to the half nude figures before them.

 


Wild odour of Liquors and 🚬 cigarettes was enough to make one feel that the night was still very long. 


Every corner of the club had groups of friends or gangs having the wildest fun. 


She was atop the bar stool, ordered for a glass of St. Remy Whisky with ice cubes. She zipped it easily as if she was recounting her moments. 


The light suspending at the bartender's cubicle illuminated her glowing beauty, bringing out even the most hidden part of it. She was such an angelic being. 


Moved by such a decent beauty drinking feirce Whisky at such a  wee hour of the night got me drawn to what could have brought her there.


After about 30mins, I picked my glass, and my bottle of Red Label, head towards her direction. 


I dragged an empty bar stool that was just close by, sat and within a short while I brought up a conversation with the angelic figure sitted close to me.


She introduced herself as Shannon. One conversation led to another and from there Shannon narrated how she was dumped by her fiancé that night, a night prior to her marriage introduction. 


As Shannon narrated her sad ordeal, she zipped from the glass as if to zip away the pains of having been abandoned by who she thought was her life. 


I listen carefully after which I shared my story too. In my own case I wasn't just abandoned, but a woman I have paid her dowry left me on my wedding day which was about 24hrs before I met Shannon. 


We consoled ourselves with our respective brand of whisky and brandy. We advised ourselves and from there we became friends. 


Our broken love story brought us together ❤, this time with lessons learnt. 


Our bad nights brought us together, glasses of drinks shared on the same state of mind unite us and what started under the dark lights of Magnus Night Club became friendship bond with sincere love.


After about 3 months, Shannon and I got married. You can imagine how we felt...


She became the woman i was looking for and soured  stories of disappointment with our past unite our presence to set up a memorable future.


I am Waju and this is my story.


 Patrick Ekong  

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