Magical Attraction By Kayode Odusanya

Magical Attraction
By
Kayode Odusanya

 

© 2018 Kayode Odusanya
There was heavy fog on the road and they had
to drive at a low speed. This was common for
November mornings in Nigeria, just before and
during the Harmattan period in the country. The
inside of the car was chilly even though the air
conditioning wasn’t on. Sesan sat in the front
passenger’s seat of the small Renault Megan,
cramped up with his 6ft2 athletic physique, lost
in thought as Ngozi kept talking nonstop. She
was saying something about the early morning
fog and how she read somewhere that the
water droplets in a fog that covered a standard
soccer field, if somehow condensed, wasn’t
enough to fill up a 5 liter keg. She always knew
something about everything and liked to talk.
Ngozi used to be someone he spoke to
casually whenever he visited her brother and
the three of them played video games. They
had become close after Mathew, her brother
passed from untreated Typhoid fever a few
years back. It was shocking to them that
someone could actually die from Typhoid, and
it made Ngozi a voracious reader. She was a
lanky 20 year old tomboy that had no female
friends; a nightmare for her mom.
The spare car Sesan normally drove to school
had been sold off recently to meet some needs
in the house after his dad left, and Ngozi had
been dropping him off at school since then. It
wasn’t a burden to her at all, as she loved
getting out of the house, especially when it was
with her buddy, Sesan. They were about the
same age, but she hadn’t been able to gain
admission into the University for the Course of
her choice. While Sesan was in his second
year at the University of Lagos, she was
studying for another JAMB exam.
“Are you listening to me at all?” She said as
she took a few quick glances at him. She had
on a white t shirt that was rolled up a few
notches at the sleeves, and a black scarf
covered her head.
“What? Oh. Yea, you were…” He was saying in
his baritone voice then stopped and stared at
her for a while before saying, “You got lipstick
on. Weird.”
“I applied it in traffic a few minutes ago.” She
said and smiled. The smile on her naturally
beautiful oval face quickly turned to a frown as
she added, “It means your mind hasn’t been
here at all.”
“Sorry…I’m…So, what’s with the lipstick?”
“Well, my mom has been on my neck for a
while now on my dressing. I’m thinking of
getting a new look.” She said as she rubbed
her lips together. “I used the copper brown
color as I read it is the best for my brown
complexion. So, how did I do?”
He turned to look at her for a while before
saying, “Hmm. I guess you did okay.”
Ngozi slowed down the car to collect a car pass
as she drove into the University campus. “I
watched a tutorial on Youtube.” She said and
laughed lightly.
Sesan reached the backseat for his bag as he
said, “So…you are going to totally change your
look? That’s unlike you to give in like that.”
She looked into space for a while before
saying, “Well, I think I have been very selfish
for a while now. I just want to do something to
make my mom happy.”
“Hmm. I can’t…” He was saying and stopped
when his phone beeped. “Thank God; network
is back.” He said, excited as he pulled his
phone out of his jeans pocket.
“I’ve told you a million times to get off that
network.”
“They give good data.” He replied.
She shook her head at him. There was traffic
and she was moving a few meters every now
and then. The car had gone quiet as Sesan
had buried his head in his phone. “Hey Sesan,
I think I would drop you off at the next
roundabout. This traffic looks like it stretches to
the senate building.” She said, and he nodded
without looking at her. “Who are you chatting
with that got you all smiley faced?”
“I’m not chatting; I’m reading a mail from a
friend.”
“Who is he?”
“It’s a she.”
“Oh, interesting. What’s her name?”
“Chun Lee.”
“What?” She said and laughed chucked. “Are
you trying to be funny or what?”
“Nope. That’s what she calls herself. She has
refused to tell me her real name.”
“Hmm. She’s a mystery lover, yes?”
“Nope. I haven’t even met her. She’s just a
friend. More like my shrink.” Sesan said and
looked up at the road. They were almost at a U
Turn in the road. “I should get down here.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks. See you later.”
“See ya.”
Sesan got out quickly, waited for the car next to
theirs to drive off, and then crossed the road.
Ngozi beeped the horn twice and waved at him.
He waved back, swung his backpack around
his shoulders, and started the short walk to his
department.

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