Nosa will date any man for the right price. Find out why.
I got a plumber to come and work in my kitchen today. The young man is hardworking and educated. At least from the way he speaks, it’s like he went to some school.
I’m not in the habit of chatting with handymen. Most of them are rude and feel they can talk to a single woman anyhow. But this one is so polite. I’ll put his age at mid-twenties. After more than an hour in my kitchen, he walks to me where I’m reading a novel in the parlor.
“Madam, I’ll advise you change the pipes, or get your landlord to do it.”
“Hmm, landlord. That will take ages.” I close my book. “The pipe is leaking badly. Can’t you patch it or something?”
“I have. But it’s just a temporary thing. The pipes are old.”
“I had the problem when I first moved in and the plumber just did nonsense and took all my money. I’ve been managing it since.”
“Don’t blame him. The pipes are really old. If you can spare some money, I’ll have the whole thing changed.” He shrugs. “After all, you live here not the landlord. The leaking sink inconveniences you, not landlord.”
He sounds sensible, and I concur. “You’re right. But how much will it cost?”
“I’ll take the measurement and send you a quote.” He arched an eyebrow. “If you give me your number.”
I have a second number I use, and I call the number for him. No way am I dating a man and my phone rings with another man’s number, plumber or not. I learnt a lesson I can’t forget when this happened with a carpenter.
He saves the number. “Thanks. I’ll send the quote.”
He leaves, and then I remember he didn’t collect money. Huh! I don’t have his number either. A neighbor had called him for me. Well, I could return to the neighbor for his number, or wait for his quote. I decide on the latter. I hope it’s not a tactic to force me to change the pipes. I already make up my mind I’m deducting whatever I spend on the next rent. Though I just paid one, so I have almost a year to wait. Duh!
He just left me with a strange feeling. Something about his eyes, the way he looks, and the good grammar. I don’t notice men like him normally. He’s of no use to a woman like me.
My phone buzzes, the other one, and I pick it quickly, thinking it’s the plumber. But I don’t recognize the number. I don’t usually pick unknown callers but I imagine it’s “him” so I take the call.
“Nosa!!! Ah, finally I get through to you. Hian! Na wa o. Where have you been?”
I think I know the voice but I just need to be sure. “Hello? Toyin?”
“Same same.” She chuckles. “A leopard never changes its skin.”
I roll my eyes first. “Wow. It’s been long.”
“Send me your address. I’m in Lagos.” She shrieks. “Can you imagine? I just said let me try this number again.”
I call out my address to her. Toyin is a friend from before. We were close when I was in the university.
She sounds a little breathless. “I’m on my way.”
After a couple more exchanges, she hangs up. I hope she doesn’t plan to sleep. It’s still early in the day, and tonight is date-night. Though I’m meeting Luke at a partner’s company dinner, still, I can’t come back to a house-guest. It’s a chance I’m not willing to take.
Toyin. Back on campus, Toyin did stuff with boys I cringe at. She was one crazy girl back then, but in our final year, she mellowed. Said she had found God. Well, we had been preaching for her for a while so, it was good for her.
I hope she doesn’t get on my nerves.
Why am I so nervous Toyin is visiting me after like five years? It’s not that long ago we were mates?
Or maybe it’s the plumber making me feel uncertain.
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