Fortunately (or unfortunately) for Bolanle, the Lord clearly had other plans for her life.
The plane hadn’t taken off as people were still coming in and taking their seats.
She could feel some heat at the back of her head and she was pretty sure that Alhaji’s eyes were fixated on her.
Why me? Why me?? Dem send this man to me? Who I offend na?
She turned and sure enough, his eyes were fixed on her.
Or was he looking out the window like she was.
“So you this rude girl, we meet again.”
Window kor, window ni! Choi.
“How did you manage to get on this plane? Ehn? Where are you travelling to?”
Chei! Na so this man wan dey enter me? We never even take off. Lie lie!
“Am I not talking….”
“Ehn, ehn, ehn!!!” Bolanle turned to face him fully and squarely.”
Alhaji stared, mouth open mid-sentence…
“Oga we don commot for shop o. I dey use God beg you, no just try me try yaself for hia else I go settle ya matter once and for all for this plane. U fit do ya rubbish when we dey shop but for hia, u for like respect yaself cos as u see am, na so u go take am o!”
Before he could retort she added, “See your big lips sef. Mcheeeew” and turned back to face the window.
Big lips ke? Where that wan from come, haha. Him lips plenty full ground sha. Abeg make him no talk again, I don taya.
Beside her, Alhaji was stunned by her words. He felt a little bit threatened, a little embarrassed, a little excited?
It’s not every day he finds someone who can challenge him or match his ever lashing tongue.
Hmmm, and she’s not so bad looking too. With some money and proper polishing…hmm and I was thinking of another wife…
He closed his mouth, smiling sheepishly and settled in for the flight.
Some seats away, Yinka was still shaking his head and laughing at the balls Cassandra had.
“Uh huh. Done laughing? Good. Now take your phone and call her.”
The blood drained from his face. Yeah, the call. He was subconsciously trying to push the thoughts of her infidelity away from his mind, and Cassandra was offering good enough distraction. Till now.
He turned to face Cassandra.
Wounded soul… just like him.
“Stop giving me that face dude. I know that face…I dislike that face.”
This woman was just something else.
“I’ll call when we land please.” I’m pleading with her now? Wow! “I don’t think I need any more attention today.” He used his hand to indicate the other passengers on the plane.
“Hmmm, fine if you say so. I wouldn’t have minded the drama though, but it’s your call.” She shrugged.
“Drama queen”, he muttered under his breath.
Clearly it wasn’t ‘under’ enough.
“See I don’t have drama o.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, okay just a little.”
“Little? Hahahaha. You single handedly got the whole café on this issue. I’m still embarrassed, you’ve scarred me for life.”
“Now who’s being dramatic?”
He was about to say something else when the announcements started.
Seatbelts…exit ways…floating rafts…In case of emergency bla bla
He tuned out the voice of the air hostess and began to reflect on the day so far.
Left the house as a happily engaged man, met this sick woman at the airport, few minutes later he was practically single.
Hmmm, maybe he heard wrongly? No. you even recognized her voice
But maybe there’s some explanation of some sort. Just maybe. Really? Like it was an accident? She just slipped and fell on the bed with a man?
Why would she do this? Will find out when you see her.
But mehn! Cassandra!
He turned and looked at her. She had leaned back as much as possible and had her eyes closed.
He wasn’t exactly attracted to her. In fact, before she told him her story, he was of the mind to give her a slap or two…save for public decency.
The plane had taxied and started speeding on the runway. As it got to the end and took off, Cassandra suddenly grabbed his hand. Eyes still closed, she trembled slightly.
He watched her and waited, saying nothing. After a few seconds, she calmly removed her hand and opened her eyes.
Smiling she said, “Sorry. Im abit of a wreck when it comes to taking off. Silly huh?”
He smiled. “Nah, it’s not silly. It’s actually…”
He was cut off as Cassandra promptly opened her bag, brought out a sanitizer and wiped her hands.
He instinctively looked down at his hands.
“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you or anything. It’s abit of a habit. Do you have an idea of how many hands I’ve grabbed in this life? Eewwwk”
He just gave her a blank stare and reached out for the sanitizer, also wiping his hands.
He closed his eyes amidst her laughter.
Meanwhile, Alhaji was trying to make light conversation with Bolanle.
I no understand this mumu man. Fest eeem harass my life. He come join dat oda mumu madam harass me. He been wan harass me for hia sef if no be say I give am a piece of ma mind. So which kyn talk he wan dey talk now? Wetin consign am consign how many shildren my malle get?
She stared at him with a blank expression.
“Ahh, so you don’t want to answer me now?”
“My name is Bolanle.”
“Oh, Bolanle that’s good, that’s good.”
“What is good?”
“You said that’s good, that’s good. So what is good?”
Alhaji was quiet for a second and then he laughed cheerfully.
“It’s merely an expression my dear. It is good. Your name is good. Everything is good.”
“Everything… is good. Okay o.” She turned back to face the window.
“Mr Alhaji, I don’t know why you think I want to talk to you. Please try and sleep or something, I want to watch the clouds.”
She turned just in time to see a half-grin and half-frown struggling to balance his face. He looked quite silly.
As she turned back to the window, the plane suddenly lurched forward abruptly.
She, alongside many others, slammed their heads on the seat in front of them.
Before she could get her bearing, it happened again. And again. And again.
By this time, a few people were shouting.
Shaking from head to toe, she turned to face an already pale looking Alhaji.
“Oga, please talk to me.”
Yinka held Cassandra tightly through the turbulence. She had kept her eyes shut all through and looked a few seconds away from throwing up.
She squeezed the feeling out of his hands. I can’t say I don’t need the squeeze. That was some scary stuff mehn!
Over the public address system, the captain was apologizing and saying that the flight should resume as normal.
Then there was a loud sound.
And then, just like in slow motion, the plane began to drop.