“I love shopping!” Melody squealed as they raced down the highway on their way to where her source of joy laid.
” Yeah whatever.” Tunmishe looked uninterested hiding behind her rayban.
“Hmmmm hmm” Melody was giving her a disbelieving stare.
“What?” Tunmise asked, incredulous.
“I know a facade when I see one. You aren’t fooling anyone. I know you are just as excited as I am. Maybe a little bit anxious too.”
“You are entitled to your opinion, man. I just want me some slinky black gown and some hot-as-hell-sin-inducing stiletto.” She said, deadpan.
“Whoa! Who are you and what have you done to my buttoned up uptight friend?”
“That loser is dead for a week.”
“Wow. I want to meet whoever is making you this way. It has got to be a man. Tell me!”
“Ooh huh. That cool, huh?”
“Here we are!” Tunmise exclaimed with false enthusiasm.
Melody squinted her eyes like I-know-wha-you’re-doing.
City mall was like the biggest and happening thing in Lagos. You could get anything you wanted. It was melody’s favorite place. They were going to shop till they drop.
“Oo oh I’m excited!”
“Tell me something I don’t know. ” Tunmise looked at her friend warily. “I should have just shopped online. Save me some stress.”
“We are here.”
“I know right? Let’s do this!”
“So who is this guy?” They were in the third shop and still Melody hadn’t seen a gown that was going to work. Tunmise had seen a hundred.
“Please let’s take this one already” Tunmise was starting to regret the idea.
“Hmmmm” melody was addressing the dress thoughtfully. “Not so bad…”
Tunmise sighed with relief. “Finally!”
“… For a funeral”
“What?!” Tunmise flopped to the ground. “You’ve dragged me through different shops and clothes. Literally. I’m tired.” Melody laughed. ” what’s so funny?”
“A awww don’t mind me. It’s just… It’s just that if anyone saw you, they wouldn’t believe this was Barrister Ogundipe.” She laughed again, enjoying her private joke.
“Yeah whatever. Just so you know. This is the last place. We don’t get anything here? I’m going home.”
“Whatever, man.” She rolled her eyes. “Who is this person self? Really?”
“Don’t play games with me. You know who I’m talking about. The guy you are trying to get fancy for and don’t tell me there is no guy. You are working on my nerves, girl.”
“You are seriously not going to leave this alone?”
“You know me better than that”
“Sadly, I do.”
“Well, it’s not a big deal. His name is Akinola Williams. He was a childhood acquaintance. He is back in Nigeria and I didnt want him meeting me after all these years as…. You know…”
“Wait. What? You mean the Williams’?
“I understand you now. We need to look good for this party.”
“What’s this ‘we’ thing I’m hearing?”
“Well, you are not planning to go partying without your best buddy now, are you?”
“Huh, yeah I am. You weren’t invited.”
“I hate chu”
“Join the queue.”