He sat at his dining table and waited. When the
faint sound of knuckle on wood came on again, he
was definite it was either a female or a kid. Who
could it be, no one visits me, he thought to himself
as he got off his seat.
When he was a few feet away from the door he
realized he had on t shirt and boxers’ shorts, so
he walked back to the dining area, and into the
master bedroom to get a pair of jeans to wear. The
knocking came on again, this time accompanied by
a female voice that said, “Stephen, are you in
there?” The voice sounded very familiar, but he
didn’t want to believe it was who he thought it was.
My mind is playing tricks on me again, he thought
He tiptoed to the the living room window and
looked out to see who it was, but all he could
make out was the outline of a female in skirt suit.
He walked to the door, took a deep breath and
opened it. “Modupe Aluko.” He said out loud with
a shocked look on his face.
She smiled at him. “How sweet. You still call me
by my full name.” She said in a low voice as she
walked into his apartment holding a food cooler in
her hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit, with
a white camisole underneath her blazer. Modupe
was an average height slender lady in her late
twenties. Her braids were neatly packed behind
her head and it brought out the beauty of her
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Stephen asked as he locked the door behind him.
She dropped the cooler on the floor by the wall
and walked back towards him, “Have you forgotten
you don’t have a phone?” She said while fanning
herself with her hand. “Men! It’s so stuffy in here.”
She said as she looked around the living room.
“Have you grown shorter or something.” She said
and closed up the gap between her and Stephen,
so that they were face to face, inches apart. They
were eye level with each other now.
“That’s technically impossible. Besides, you are
wearing high heels.” Stephen said and walked
over to the cooler. “Are you coming from a party or
something?” He said, crouched beside the cooler.
“No. We were meant to have an office meeting,
but…” She was saying and her voice trailed off.
Stephen looked up from where he was and
shouted out, “Stop! Don’t read that.” He raced
over to her side and shut his laptop. “It’s a very
rough draft.” He said with a smile on his face.
“So how many people are going to die in this one.”
She said with hands at akimbo.
“Your novels. People die in them.”
“Oh! Modupe, i write crime stories, people have to
die.” He said. She rolled her eyes as she walked
past him. “So…to what do i owe the honor of this
great visit.” He said as he sat by his laptop. He
opened it, saved the manuscript he was working
on and shut the silver colored Toshiba laptop. He
looked up and saw her by his kitchen sink. He
headed over to the cooler again, and before he
opened it, he knew what was inside. When he took
the lid off the top, he started salivating immediately.
The cylindrical cooler was about an inch and the
half tall, and it was filled to the top with Jollof rice
and chicken laps. It took all his willpower to put the
lid back on the cooler. He went back to sit by his
laptop, and she emerged from the kitchen with two
glass plates in her hand. He didn’t even know he
had those types in his kitchen. “Stephen, when
was the last time you entered your kitchen?” She
said and he chuckled. “Dining table partially
blocking the main entrance. Only Stephen Iloya
does that.” She said as she dropped the plates on
the table and he laughed some more. Her phone
started to ring and she reached into her inner
blazer pocket for it. Her face showed no
expression as she looked at the phone screen and
then picked the call. “Hello.” She said into the
The phone conversation lasted about a minute,
and Stephen overheard her mention his name, and
he wondered who she was talking to. “Jack said
hi.” She said as she put her phone back in her
inner blazer pocket.
“Oh, how is he doing?”
“He is cool.” She said and put the cooler on the
table. She paused for a minute and looked into
space before she shrugged and began dishing out
food. “You want two?” She enquired as she
dropped one chicken lap on his plate. When he
didn’t answer, she smiled and put two more in his
plate of Jollof rice.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, and then
Modupe stopped to clear her throat. “You know
why i am here, right?” She said with a smile.
A playful frown appeared on his face as he said,
“Please, don’t start again.”