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Best Man Duty #2

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β€œDude, this babe is fine. You remember when I tell you a babe fine like mammy water?”

β€œWhich babe? Your frog eyes don begin roam around abi? Instead make you concentrate on the yeye best boy contract wey you collect from Samo. Meanwhile, your best girl no bad o”

β€œYou and Sam are descendants of Galatians. Which babe you think say I dey talk about before? M-U-M-U. Just take your ashawo eyes off her”

β€œSha face your best man duty. That fine chiquito must not pass you by o. E go pain you at the end of it all if that ever happens”

β€œThe idiot dey gimme attitude jor. She just tie face like Otta winsh”

β€œYou’re just dumb. You no get better babe for hand yet you dey form for babe wey fine pass all the rubbish ones you carry around. Ogbeni, clear jor”

That was me and Femi bantering the way we always did. The rubbish Femi is a pain in my neck, not just my behind. Despite his big mouth, we clicked the most in our big circle of seven friends. He was the one I run to anytime I needed anything to get done.

The few minutes of bantering were enough for me to get her attention again. Femi’s words got to me and I knew if I failed to come back to them with a β€˜testimony’ after this event, the idiot was going to start my matter. You can imagine the gibberish semi and fully drunk young men would spew in their chemical filled states. At the same time, I was not ready to make a fool of myself in the name of trying to win a female’s attention.

I relaxed and waited for an opening to strike. My penchant for spotting grammatical blunders and bad pronunciation got the better of me as one of the Officiating Ministers took the microphone and started raining different gbagauns on us all. The guy looked too posh to be speaking such terrible grammar;, his diction was not just it.

β€œPraaaaay the Lord,” he said. The congregants were maybe too excited to note that but my kind of person would never allow it slide. The naughty side of me took over.

β€œHaaajesuya,” I replied when others responded with β€œHalleluyah” of various tones and sizes. The Chief Bridesmaid looked at me, shook her head and looked away. That was the cue and I took it without delaying.

β€œWhy are you shaking your head, best girl?”

β€œYou are why I am shaking my head, best boy”

β€œWhat I do?”

β€œWhat’s with the kind of Halleluyah you shouted?”

She smiled after that, the kind that showed that she was amused by my first naughty act of the day. There was more to come if that would bring the pretty Cynthia out of her shell.

β€œThat’s how they say it in my village nau”

β€œYour village? Where’s that village?” she asked and turned to the back of the wedding programme. Her next comment gave me an insight to the reason for that action.

β€œYoruba boy, no wonder. I can bet this man raining vocabs on our head is from that same village of yours”.

Cynthia was trying to take a dig at me, I was seeing an opportunity to engage her; and she was maybe making that happen rather easily after the initial forming. I would never allow pass, the chance to take on anyone whom I see as a tribalist, so I tore into her.

β€œDoes bad vocab have anything to do with your tribe?”

β€œI wouldn’t know but I know Yorubas can speak bad English to raise a dead body. See Dotun, we’ll debate later. Remember our first assignment is to see this wedding to a good end?”

That was a very nice way to tell me to β€˜shut up and concentrate’.

β€œSure, we’ll concentrate and get the couple wedded. I’ll then address your ethnocentricity”

β€œSee fine boy dey talk big English. Una try”.

I grinned and told her to look to her left where the official photographer of the event was waiting. She looked, he clicked, and deep down within me, I knew it was going to be a very fine picture.

The couple took their vows, and every other thing moved. During the sermon, I chipped in a few funny points to whatever the Pastor said to which she smiled, frowned, nodded or looked at me and shook her head.

When boredom was setting in, I brought out my blackberry and I opened my twitter timeline to check what was happening; then I heard her creamy velvety voice again, like the angels that always appear in Christian movies.

β€œWon’t you ever stop caressing the phone? You haven’t concentrated for a minute today.”

I looked at her and made a face I was sure represented a mumuish one. That gave her the ginger to come all out at me yet again.

β€œYou are either interjecting into what the Pastor is saying, pressing your phone or distracting me in another way.”

β€œWetin nah? Me and you get issue before? You already shut me up when you yabbed Yorubas and I wanted to respond ke.”

β€œSo you wanna keep doing that, you wanna keep disturbing ehn? I don meet person today.”

She had by now stopped her Queen’s English and was trying to rip into me, I was loving the fact that she spoke, even if she was trying to chastise me. That did not look like it anyway.

β€œAre you my mama ni, abi why you wan shut me up? Best girl, just lemme alone. Allow make I freestyle”

She just laughed and pointed at me. β€œYou ehn”.

The red light of my blackberry blinked again.

β€œAshewo oshi. You and best gehl don dey cozy up abi. Issokay”.

I looked up and the foolish Femi was still typing furiously. I just switched off the phone and stretched it out to Cynthia.

β€œHey Mami, here’s the phone. Keep it till after the service if you don’t want me pressing it”.

She looked at me, shook her head and took it, smiling sheepishly. My game was tight already. I was crawling up and gaining her attention after the initial shakara. I decided to not be seen as a jester, so I concentrated as much as I could with my eyes darting to her and back, my mind conjuring scenes – lunch date, hangout, making out, standing and taking vows as a couple…

Service was over and it was time for reception. While we waited for the couple to dance into the hall, we interacted like we had known each other for ages. I was hypnotized as the words tumbled out of her mouth. Not one grammatical blunder and we moved in synergy from talking about weddings, dressing modes, tribes and even sport. She had something to say, and it was factual.

β€œThis is one p I must set”

The event was drawing to a close. I was arranging for the couple to get on the way to the airport to get their honeymoon started but there was unfinished business with the β€˜best girl’. For all the attention I got after the rough start, I could not bring myself to take her contacts. I was not particular about her telephone number, God punish telephone. I wanted her blackberry pin but there were distractions. By now there was another member of the bridal train with her, one I guessed was her friend. That one had been staring at me all through, I caught her more than twice but she did not stir anything in me.

Sam was calling me by now. I needed to still cozy up to β€˜best girl’ but that her friend was eyeing me all sorts, somewhere in-between creepy and disgusting. Creepy in a β€˜I-don’t-mind-getting-down-with-you’ way and disgusting in a β€˜if-not-me-its-no-one’ way. She was not willing to let me have the attention I earlier had and to make it worse, a rough looking guy had joined the duo. I just hissed and answered my ringing phone.

β€œWhat nah, I’ll join you in the vehicle now jor…Who says you don’t have a flight to catch, no be say I dey put things in place ni? Abeg shift jare”

I walked away half-pissed, the game was over.

β€œChei! That’s how this babe just used me to pass time at the wedding. I don talk am, Sam na bad market for me”

I was ruminating and walking to the car. My facial expression betrayed my emotions. Remembering I have a Miss World contender as my real girlfriend somewhere close, I smiled like someone who won Baba Ijebu and joined the vehicle, enroute the couple’s hotel to pack and head for the airport.

Seye Babalola

Seye Babalola is an Animal Scientist with voracious appetite for reading, and some writing. He started writing with poetry, and BEST MAN DUTY is his first attempt at prose. He is active on social media and can be engaged on different platforms

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43 Comments

  1. Adeshina omotayo* says:

    Save journey, but the dat eye yu, o boi becareful ooo

    1. Seye says:

      Thanks for your time.

  2. Anthony says:

    Part one was written by Seye, part two by Temi. Coauthors or mistake?
    Meanwhile after all that packaging, baba didn’t shoot his shot. Shame!!! ???

    1. Seye says:

      Maybe a minor mix up. Thank you Anthony

  3. Jay says:

    Hmmmmmm. Girls and forming. Small time now Cynthia go dey do like say she no dey mess o. Weldone sis

    1. Seye says:

      Shebi you know small shakara is needed. Thank you Jay

  4. Scribbledheartbreak says:

    Now just when the ghen ghen wan begin.. Everything just didn’t click!! Chaii, He should just be ready for tongue lashing from the boys.,
    Nice one though!!

    1. Seye says:

      Some things will just flatter to deceive. You know how boys will surely have him for dinner.
      Thanks for following

  5. Busola says:

    Lol. Dotun oh. Sorry for you. See how the Angels have stifled your p. Pele. Fate might bring her to you oh. Just calm down…. Thank you Seye for this episode.

    1. Seye says:

      You know what fate can do Busola, always playing suwe with people’s emotions.

  6. Ebi Horsfall says:

    Lol…..that creepy n disgusting part got me laughing hard. Thanks Seye….i want more

    1. Seye says:

      πŸ˜€
      Thank you Ebi, you gon’ have more

  7. Busayo says:

    Dotun should just kmt.. yorubademonthings.. love the banter between *best boy and best girl* Femi is another Yoruba demon to watch out for in this story.. Thank you Seye, I actually had a good laugh at Dotun’s expense…

    1. Seye says:

      Hahahahaha. Busayo yaf vez for Dotun o.
      Thank you so much

  8. Ifeanyi Onochie says:

    This best man na slacker sha.

    1. Busayo says:

      hia, how na.. He tried his best na..but its not some girls will still not *chop* scope o. He should just accept his fate as per that one.

      1. Ifeanyi Onochie says:

        No na. He didn’t even make a move for contact, even after all his investment.

    2. Seye says:

      Nor mind am

  9. Sophia says:

    Nice..

    1. Seye says:

      Thank you Sophia.

  10. We all have met the “cynthias”, @ one point in our lives..stiff as rod exterior, yet soft as butter inside.
    Dotun, something tells me he’s gonna have a hard time dealing with that best girl. I love friends like femi..back in school, my friends and I used to gossip during lectures about lecturers via bbm..hehehehe!!!
    Thanks Seye, you are the “bump”,,,hehehehehe.

    1. Busayo says:

      yimu @ soft as butter inside. lol.. Seriously, some babes are stiff inside and out…oops.., pardon me, we all have our *mumu* button..

    2. Seye says:

      Thank you Tomii. You know that thing with Cyntia-esque peeps.

  11. Simplygold says:

    Great job Seye, exciting piece.

    1. Seye says:

      Thank you Simplygold. Thanks for reading

  12. Calliboom says:

    got me cracking my ribs all through…. well done seye… loving this…. want more

    1. Seye says:

      Bless us Calliboom. Glad that got you in stitches.
      More? Sure, in a few days

  13. Fsf says:

    I had thought there was going to be a hit.Anyways it’s a chronicle.This best man self,you have a miss world contender,yet flirt just to show dem boys.SMH

    1. Seye says:

      Sometimes, people flirt for the thrill. Maybe that’s what he was doing, just maybe.
      Thank you Fsf.

  14. Haryoka says:

    Dot man is the real yoruba demon after miss world contender what else do you want

    1. Seye says:

      Help me ask am o!

  15. Dami says:

    Real time feedback. Improve on your conversation. Some were way unnecessary

    1. Seye says:

      Thank you Dami. Thanks for your observation

  16. Gift says:

    Lool,,this episode really cracked me up,,nice one seye,forming is normal for us girls na

    1. Seye says:

      Thank you Gift. Some forming is allowed

  17. Ayo says:

    smh for Dotun o. when he has a miss world contender somewhere he’s still gunning for ‘best girl’

    1. Seye says:

      Loooool. Dude’s prolly building a harem

  18. Funmilola Adekola says:

    Now am falling for your writing style! Reminds me of someone! Lemme not make your head swell too much by telling you!

  19. Seye says:

    Thank you Funmilola. I’m staying grounded πŸ˜€

  20. Bimbola-Rikitava says:

    Shey he wnt collect his phone ni? That’s another avenue to finish the business at hand ?

  21. Olusade says:

    nice one… more grease to your elbow

  22. Toyenlon says:

    This Dotun na one funny guy

  23. AOS says:

    We all have that mumu button but forming is allowed jor. Thanks Seye.

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