DAY 1
In the time between meeting Sally and the ‘erotics’ of the
night that followed, anyone would have believed that “living was at its peak of
seduction, and that death was inevitable”.
On a beautiful Saturday morning, John had prepared for the
best of days; being a graduate of Medicine and an acknowledged distinction
student, He was prepared for a world of distress and competition, complete with Nigeria's economic
recession or meltdown, and his focus was to beat the world and make it a better
place; but one thing was certain, John was not ready for a world of women.
Sally is beautiful, young and elegant, the kind of girl you’ll
be afraid to approach on a normal day because you know in your heart, from her
outward appearance and flamboyant lifestyle that she was not the kind of woman
that could be a mother to your children; at least from the African perspective that's what you'd assume. But move over, because in this
game that we play, we try to win even with wolves in sheep clothing.
It was Mary and Peter’s marriage and John was ready for that
wonderful celebration. Mary had been his childhood crush and sweetheart and
although he ‘didn’t crush any candy,’ he had been devoted to the friendship for
so long. When he got an invitation via mail to attend the wedding, he felt
rather pleased that she still thought of him. As a doctor and having
distinguished himself, he was going to turn up for the wedding in grand style.
Moving about in the
streets of Warri (a city in Southern Nigeria) can be a tiring task, except
maybe you’re in a comfortable dress, an AC car and you can afford to be in
those; Luckily, John could afford both. John left not too early, considering
that he has never been a big fan of an early turn up, although recently on his
travel to the United States; he did realize that living by the African man time
will be a great danger to him, his patients and his future if he followed that
footstep.
He was however in time to hear the wedding vows, having
successfully avoided the ‘bore’ of the pre-marital sermon which took a large
part of the time. His entrance did not go unnoticed. He was in his brand new
suite, ‘not a tuxedo as you can imagine; which he could not afford, but for a
new school graduate, it was pretty expensive stuff and showed the respect of
his profession’. His shoes were a pair of new Gucci which he just purchased, a
male version of what you’d find on female fashion blogger +metro-gypsies blog. They
were nice and fitting; a showing royalty.
