There was no sound of hip-hop or sex-crazed song this morning, something must be wrong, he thought. Whatever happened to Gbenga being his worst nightmare.
Femi took a look at his wristwatch which was under his pillow 7:05am. It had been a while he woke this late, he stood and was about to go have his bath for church when he recalled that he had promised Titi to put her in prayers.
He smiled and shook his head, Titi had done it on purpose, she knew he hardly said his prayers and she had made him promise so he had no choice than to keep to his side of the bargain. He knelt down by his bedside and said a quick prayer especially for Titi, he asked God for safe delivery on her behalf, he didn’t want his sister going through caesarean section again. When he was done, he headed towards the bathroom and showered.
On his way to church, his mind travelled back to the months he had shared his flat with Gbenga. Gbenga was his cousin, despite the fact that they were age mates and grew up together, they led different lifestyles.
Two years ago, Femi had moved into his apartment alone when he became the sales director in one of the biggest publishing houses in Lagos. His life had been simple, he went to work, partying with few friends he made at work, flings, family re-union and what have you.
However, his freedom and peace had vanished when eight months ago, his mother had called him and pleaded with him to allow Gbenga as his flat-mate.
She had gone on to remind him how Gbenga was ‘omo oku orun.’ Gbenga had moved in with him but it had ended up being a decision he regretted. Even though Gbenga worked as a marketer in a company in Surulere where they lived, the guy never paid his part of the rentage as agreed.
To worsen matters, he was a player who didn’t play his ganes outside the flat. The apartment was always untidy, Gbenga played loud disturbing music on his stereo every night. The music never gave Femi a good night rest.
They had even made a roster for cleaning the flat, of which Gbenga never stuck to. The few times he attempted to clean was nothing to write home about as Femi would see paper and nylon wraps under the settee, there were also empty cans of beer in drawers and other strategic corners.
Femi who hardly got the chance to sleep well at night resorted to working late at work. His co-worker Sandra kept him company most times, Sandra was the only girl with which he had a good rapport at work. The other girls were either gossip-merchants, attention-seekers or both.
He associated more with the guys even though his friendship with them had strained. Speaking of Sandra, he had not spoken to her since saturday morning when he drove Gbenga to his new apartment at Igbesa.
All thanks to Titi, Gbenga had gotten a better job offer and had moved out.
“Ouch,” Femi screamed. He had hit his leg on some silly metal lying on the pavement. He preferred to walk to the church on sundays, board a keke-napep at the cost of ₦30 rather than face the wahala of traffic.
He bent to feel his legs through his shoes, the pain he felt was evident but it wasn’t that bad. He proceeded to the bus park while walking with a slight limp.
While he sat beside the driver, he made a mental note to call Sandra after church service. He secretly prayed she was Single and Searching.