we meet again!

On Monday morning, I carried my bag and left the hotel to the taxi park. There I boarded one to the Ivorian boarder. It wasn’t so expensive. I felt nostalgic leaving Ghana though it was just for a week! At the same time, I was excited I was visiting a new country and most of all, my eyes would behold a man I am in love with and my ears will hear his sweet voice again. It was melodious.

The bus I took to the city was neither rickety nor smooth. The journey was a bit uncomfortable. I kept telling myself that time was all it will take. I was looking forward to the evening of that day because I knew I would see Y. By the time we got to the city, I disembarked and asked the driver how to get to our office. He couldn’t understand me, I couldn’t speak French so I got a piece of paper, wrote the address on it and put a question mark. He then pointed to a taxi park opposite us and I immediately understood it was the appropriate place to get a taxi.

I took a taxi and I also took my time to admire the city. Very beautiful indeed. The citizens did not in any way look like Nigerians. They looked relaxed, happy and innocent. Nigerians are a bit harassed I might say, always in a hurry. The taxi man looked at me through his center mirror, smiled and said ‘tu es jolie mademoiselle’ and winked too. His body language suggested to me that he was just trying to flirt with me. I didn’t understand what he said, but I quite understood the word mademoiselle. I got a bit irritated and removed my gaze to the other side and continued admiring a country God created.

He dropped me in front of our office and I ran out of the car. Honestly, I couldn’t wait, my heart started to beat faster. Before I could say Jack, I saw Y stepping out of the doorway. He looked up, saw me, ran to me, hugged me so tight, carried me up and spinned me around. Wow! It felt good ‘Oh YNV, Oh YNV, is this you? I can’t believe it! I was just about going to the terminal’. Was all he said. I smiled, he was still holding me, I didn’t know what to say. For me, it was just alright that we have seen. It didn’t matter if he replied my mail, called or travelled to the boarder to get me. The most important for me then was that he was there, right there with me, with his sweet voice. The taxi man was just standing by the car with a frown and a silent grin. We then went to get my bag. If it was Lagos, you cannot try it. Leave a taxi man with your luggage while hugging your boyfriend? He will ask you if you feed him and his family…lol. He paid the taxi man and he drove off. Both of us entered into the office and to my greatest surprise, everyone was expecting me. He had told all of them I was coming. Around 7pm, we went straight to Marie Anne’s hotel as planned. I had told him I wasn’t going to spend the night with him throughout my stay. But the ride was wonderful. The sun was about to set and we said nothing in the cab. I just laid my head on his chest. For me that was enough.