STORY: I Met Jerry

It was a Sunday. I had just had the most amazing evening house fellowship ever. And I was smiling my way back home as I hummed a song, Imeela. . .Imeela. . .okaka. . .onye kere uwa. . .imeela. . .imeela. . .Eze'm oo. . .

I Met Jerry

I was such in a good mood. Perhaps in high spirits. I didn't realize I had a smile on my face until he smiled back at me. Huh? I waved, and kept on walking.

He ran after me.

"Hi!" he greeted as he approached me.
"Hey!" I replied. Still smiling.
"I've seen you somewhere before."
"Really? Oh I see." Although I've heard many guys say those familiar words, yet I stopped to hear him out.

He was wearing a black shirt on a blue jean. He looked very masculine. He was on glasses but he took them off. I didn't look at his feet, so I can't tell whether he was barefooted or not.

He said, "I'm not like them. I am a very reasonable person. I don't just see a girl on the street and run after her. My time is money. I'm talking to you for a reason."

I think he had an accent but his cuteness covered up for it. Or maybe I'm only assuming.

He continued, "I know what you're thinking. You think I want to collect your number and call you up, and then sleep with you."

I can't remember what I said next. But it sounded like "Ahh!"

"No. Far from it. I'm a very reasonable person. I control my urges. I worked with models. I can stay in a room full of naked girls and not be moved."

But why is this guy telling me all these na. I pinched myself for wasting my time giving him the time.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I have to go now. . ." I muttered as I showed him the Bible I was holding. 

"As you can see, I went for house fellowship and . . ."

"What is it? Why are you being stiff? Loosen up!" He blurted.

I laughed. And I hated that I laughed because my laughter made him laugh too. So we had a laughter moment which felt rather awkward.

"You can't be with Jerry and not laugh" He bragged.
"D-u-h!" I smirked
"So what's your name?" He asked as he looked at my eyes.  Looked down to my nose. Then to my lips.

"My name is Amaka." I coyed.

"That's good." He nodded.

I don't know how he did it but we got talking for almost an hour. His phone rang but he rejected the calls as we were lost in the conversation. And Jerry never stopped saying, "I am a very reasonable person."

So we did exchange numbers after all. And I saved his as 'Jerreasonable'.

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I got home and thought I should make this a blog post. And guess what? When I meet Jerry again, I will write about it. :D

Watch out for part 2


Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
Twitter: @Amakamedia
Email: amakamedia@yahoo.com

Heart Rays . . .giving out  the light.