“You look ridiculous.” Tola says, staring pointedly at my hair. She is of average height, dark in complexion and is a natural dread head so she is a tad bit volatile about hair.”Yeah, I know.” I stare down at my Diane Von Furstenberg white wrap dress and want to burst into tears again.
She gasps. “What happened to your dress?”
“I got mud sprayed.” I wipe a tear away. “Look at me, I’m so unkempt!” I say between sobs.
She grabs me close and hugs me tight. “Let’s go in.”
“Get me something real cold” I say as I flop down on her couch.
“No!” She screeches. “Go pull that dress off first and shower.”
I feel like just curling up on the sofa with a book and ice cream but I also know she is right. I have to get out of this mess.
When I get out of the shower, she is all dressed up in a red armless shirt and brown chinos mini skirt looking ready to go out. “Are you going out?” I ask, incredulous.
“Yes, we are.”
“Yes we are. We are going to Hans and Rene for ice cream. I ran out of it.” She opens my part of her wardrobe-Yeah we are cool like that – and starts looking for something for me too.
“Why must I follow you?”
“Cause I don’t want you to be by yourself.” She picks out an Alexander McQueen sea blue maxi dress for me and a pair of white sandals. It is a good thing I have a cloth stash at her place for emergencies because we just can’t share the same clothes. I’m considerably taller than her and curvier.
Truthfully, I don’t want to be alone too but I also don’t want to go far even though I love Radisson- anyone would if they have ever been. “Can’t we just go to ice cream factory at Lekki? Or cold stone? Why must we drive all the way to Victoria island for ice cream?” I ask with a sour face. I really don’t want to go that far.
“They don’t sell agbalumo* flavored ice cream.” She smiles winsomely.
I think she makes a good point.
*Agbalumo- African cherry