Inherent Love - Season 1 - Episode 9

5 years ago

Inherent Love - Season 1 - Episode 9

After eating at his favorite African food restaurant, he had watched a movie to kill time, now He was seated on the bench close to the mall’s exit, waiting for the rain to stop. His plan was to drive down to Modupe’s house, but right now, he was feeding his eyes with all the beauties that wondered around the mall, stranded like him. Tall, short, slim, big, light skinned, dark skinned, they all looked beautiful to him.

They were all the beautiful to him because each and everyone of them had a story to tell, and trying to guess what was running through their minds fascinated him. One girl caught him staring and whispered something to her friend. He quickly looked away, and shifted his attention to the movie brochure in his hand.

“Hello.” He heard a soft spoken voice say and he looked up. It was the girl that had caught him staring. He was wondering why she and her chubby friend were giggling, till the girl asked, “Please are you Stephen Iloya.”

He wondered what was going on. How did these girls know my name, he thought to himself.

“Yes.” He answered with a quizzical look on his face. Their innocent teanage faces lit up and they asked if they could seat beside him, he said yes, still wondering what was going on. When the girls told him they had read all his books, he thought it was a prank till they brought out their phones and showed him his books on their iPhones. He had always sold a lot more books on Apple’s iBooks store, but he had never really met a fan in person before. This was totally new to him, and even though he didn’t like the attention the girls brought to him as they started posing to take pictures with him, he was glad he could make their day.

……….

Stephen was about driving into Modupe’s street when he noticed he had a flat. Now he was parked by the roadside, waiting for the rain to go down a bit before he would either change his tire, or just walk over to her place. He sat there, listening to smooth r&b music as he used his writer intuition to come up with possible outcomes of the whole Modupe controversy.

A black saden car parked on the other side of the road from him, and after a few seconds, it drove off, revealing a slim lady in grey skirt suit, holding up a yellow umbrella. She looked to the left, and to the right, and then to the left one more time before crossing the road.

She recognized the car immediately and a smile appeared on her face as she walked over to the drivers side of the car. He tried to put up a stern look, but he just couldn’t. He had underestimated her power over him. She knocked on the window, and he turned the key in the ignition to lower it. “Is this some sort of stakeout?” She said with a puzzled look on her face, which was quickly replaced with a smile. He couldn’t help but smile too.
She walked over to the passengers’ side of the car, closed her umbrella and got in. “Don’t tell me you don’t have an extra tire?” She said as she clasped the umbrella and put it in the little space between the car seat and the car door.

“I do.” He said and stared at her with eyes filled with questions.

She sighed and shifted in her seat so that she was facing him before saying, “Okay. Where do i start?”