“Jags”, the voice over the line said…
“Yea”, i replied sleepily, my voice crackled as i mused.
“I need you to do me a favour” he said. I could hear the desperation in his voice. “What could be this guy’s wahala again na?” ,i thought to myself.
“I’m listening” i said, as i rolled over on my bed. Obviously i was angry, and i had every reason to be. Saturday morning is the only time i get to sleep for as long as i wanted and i cherished it like a wife. “Where this one carry him wahala come from sef?” I muttered to myself.
“I’m at a wedding in Uloho Avenue. We’re about to begin procession right now. The problem is, their keyboardist just called now that they rushed his mum to the hospital. Can u please come and play?.”
Not again, i thought to myself. I shrugged and sat upright on my bed.
“Okay…No problem”, i replied, contorting my face. It was unacceptable that someone just disturbed my saturday morning sleep and more so when the person didnt give me prior knowledge. But then that person was my musical director. It made it kind of difficult to say no to him each time he called me without notice. Despite the fact that i was rewarded handsomely in every ocassion, it didnt stop me from getting angry each time he booty-calls me.
He told me to get ready quickly cos a car was coming to pick me up, said ‘thank you’ like, 3 or 4 times, then hung up.
I dropped the phone and jumped out of bed. As i made towards the bathroom i bumped into my mum.
“Where are u going?” She asked suprised to see me up that early(well late in some people’s world since it was 9:48).
“Digwo”, i greeted her firstly…
“Vre do”, she replied,looking at my haggard shape.
I told her the story as i grabbed my brush and paste. She shrugged and said “na u sabi” , and walked off towards her room.
I ran to the bathroom. Sleep had fled.
The driver horned again, this time with more impatience.
“I’m coming oh” i shouted back. From the look of things the church might be a big one so i was dressed to impress. I wore my black suit with purple long sleeve. I adjusted my tie and ran off…
“Maami….” i called as i ran out….”mo ti lo”….i didnt wait for reply. I jumped into the Camry and the dummy of a driver zoomed off.
The church was a huge cathedral. I soon got to locate my m.d who introduced me to the choir master of the church. After the formal introductions, the choir master led me to the instrumentalists unit. I could feel eyes all over me and immediately my antenna began searching for the strongest network. The ladies in the choir were all beautiful-that was a first. Anyways, I settled down by the keyboard and the wedding began.
As the service wore on, i noticed that a fair girl who seemed to be 18-20 kept staring at me. I’m someone who likes gazing-games so i fixed my eyes on her. She was incredibly beautiful. Built like a goddess. She had red lips, her boo*bs were full, she had hips that would make shakira jealous and from my view point, her a*ss was okay…i kept glancing at her in intervals.
Soon, their choir gave me a copy of the anthem they were to render. The anthem was an alegretto which i could play well. They sang and i did my job….
Soon the wedding ended, the choir master came and shook my hand. He thanked me a lot and gave me an envelope. I quickly folded it and kept in the ever trustworthy back pocket. Obviously,my m.d had rushed off to the reception which meant i had to go there and meet him. Then the choir members(mostly the females) came and started greeting me. I returned the greetings. Two of them even collected my numbers….two beautiful ladies, Joy and Sonia. Then i saw mr camry at the door giving me a ‘lets-go’ sign. I picked up my tecno p5 when i heard the sweetest voice say ..”your performance was incredible. You played really well. I turned and behold….twas my goddess…..standing right in front of me.