Of course, admitting my attraction to Malachi is one thing, working on it is another. I mean, I can't even talk to the guy without feeling flustered. So what I'm I going to do. I've never been with a guy before, I've never even found other guys attractive before. I'm so new to this.
I evaluate this discovery of myself and think about how I feel. Do I feel bad about me being possibly bisexual? I do not. I don't feel terrible about it. I might find it odd, but its only because it's a new experience for me. I don't mind that I like guys too now. This is probably the tamest thing about me anyway.
I laugh. People will go crazy if they ever find out. Maybe they wouldn't be really surprised though, I really do crazy shit at times. I do know the challenges of being a homosexual in Nigeria. I'm not gullible, I know its usually difficult for them and that people treat them terribly because of this.
But I don't worry about that though. I'll handle it just like I handle every misbehavior thrown my way.
With my fist. That's the best response there is.
I mean, if more people handled disrespect with their fists, there'll be more well behaved people in the world. Peaceful confrontation only benefits the guilty.
Today is Friday and I'm currently at work. I'm trying to get my thoughts straight so I can focus on the multiple clients I have to deal with today. I check my schedule and there's a client coming in for fitting today.
I hear a knock on my office door so I look up. My assistant walks in.
"sir, your twelve o'clock client is here."
I look at the time, few minutes past twelve. "okay" after tidying my desk, I walk out the door to the fitting rooms. Some of my workers who are working on the dress are there already and the dress is on the mannequin. I go to one of the available seat and sit down. Few minutes later, my assistant walks with a lady.
I remember her. The day she came in to book for her dress, she was really difficult to deal with. She kept complaining about our prices and talking about how she could get the style she wants cheaper elsewhere. We managed to come to an agreement that day.
Immediate she walks in, she goes straight to the mannequin, walking around it without with a frown on her face. "what is this?" she pulled the fabric of the dress. "this isn't the dress I paid for."
"hello to you too." I say to her back since she is facing away from me. She turns immediately when she hears my voice.
"there's not need for pleasantries if this is the dress you could come up with. I thought they said you were a top notch designer." She says with irritation.
"if you were sensible enough to talk to the people you met here before going off on your dumb assumptions, we would have explained to you that this is just the base of the dress and we have to test if it is according to your liking before we can continue."
The woman looks shocked. My workers though, they didn't even bat and eye. They've seen this shit more times they could probably count.
"how dare you speak to me like that." She says harshly. "do you know who I am?"
"you certainly look like a forty year old child with serious attitude problem. But who I'm I to judge."
She looks as if she is seconds away from exploding. I find it funny that people thing they can just walk into my space and try to disrespect me without any repercussion.
"are you doing your fitting or not cause I've got shit to do." I say after a while of her standing there and stewing in anger.
She nods to herself before saying "go on."
I know she probably feel she has a way of getting me back. Let her try then she will the see unrestrained side of me.
My assistant comes to my side looking concerned. "boss don't you think you should apologize to her. She looks really wicked."
I squint at her "are you saying you think she's meaner than me?"
She rolls her eyes. "who am I even kidding. No one is as mean at you." She sighs and I know she still has more to say.
"go on."
"I just think you should be more lenient. Our business page is seriously suffering from bad reviews." She says looking downcast.
I place my palm on her shoulder. "do we still have customers?"
She nods.
"don't our designs keep winning as the best in fashion for almost five years now?"
She nods again.
"then you have nothing to worry about. My attitude does not affect my creativity."
"okay boss." She says before going to join the other people getting ready for the fitting.
Its five o'clock and I'm done for the day. On my drive home I receive a call from Festus.
"what's up bro, any update?"
"yeah yeah. I've had a breakthrough. I was able to trace the address to Lagos state here. The device is in Lagos here, I just have to find where in Lagos."
"okay, that good news. Very good news."
"yeah, I need some funds though to continue."
"okay, that's no issue. Send the amount and the details to my WhatsApp."
"okay boss. Later man."
I end the call.
Thank God for this, we're one step closer to saving this kid.
After eating and freshening up, I sprawl on my couch. I put the television on, trying to watch something. I can't concentrate, my mind keeps going back to Malachi. I want to call him and invite him over for drinks. I check the time, it's a little after seven. It isn't too late is it?
Fuck.
Deciding to try my luck, I quickly take my phone before I chicken out. My phone rings and I panic so I drop it back on the table thinking its Malachi. When the phone stops ringing, I pick it back up. Its Gabe.
Immediately, he starts calling again. I pick the call.
"sup bro."
"who's your bro? and why have you been ignoring my calls.?" He says harshly. "you've been evading me this past week and I don't know why. Is it still about the police stuff-
"no its not that. I've just been really busy guy."
"I don't believe that. If its true, lets hang out now. I'm at Jules. Meet me there." He says and ends the call abruptly.
What the hell is wrong with this guy? I sigh, he has a point though. The moment I fixate on one person, I practically forget the rest exists.
I want to prove myself wrong today though, so I get up and get dressed. Then I head over to the bar.
I get to the bar and spot Gabe immediately even though the place is really crowded since it's weekend. He's sitting with six other people. Two boys and four girls. I walk to them, when Gabe sees me, he jumps up and bows dramatically. "welcome your majesty."
"guy, try to let this foolishness go, I keep telling you." I tease.
"bro I didn't know you were going to come. You've been acting strange lately." He says while moving his chair to me and taking a chair from the empty table beside us.
"well here I am." I shrug.
"thank God you came, this is that chick that I told you about." He motions to the right and as I turn to look, someone passes beside me and I catch a very very familiar scent.
I turn to look at the person.
And there he truly is in flesh.
Malachi.
Heading to the counter with….. with a fucking voluptuous girl on his arm.
My blood boils.