In the spirit of love, I’m sharing one of my older posts, a crowd favourite, which elicits a smile or laugh from me whenever I reread. I hope you’ll enjoy it (again), as much as I do.
I am Not Looking For Love, I am Going to Work
It began yesterday at the government office, which was saturated with immigrants whose anxious stares alternated between the digital display boards and their tickets, a square piece of paper with a number printed on it. At the sound of the beep, everyone looked at their ticket, and then the display boards. Some sighed. Some continued talking. Others continued sleeping. One person rose to meet an official walled in by glass on the other side of the counter.
My wait was shortened by an acquaintance with whom I chatted until our conversation lulled to a comfortable stop.
“Excuse me, it seems you are from Nigeria.” A tall man sitting a few spaces away from my acquaintance smiled at her.
“No, I am not.”
“Ah, but I thought—”
“I am from Democratic Republic of Congo.”
With her thick Igbo accent, she delivered her last words with a finality that inspired no argument from the man. He fanned himself, and then pretended to read his letter from the belastingdienst.
Because I am slow to change the expression on my face, she saw it. The disbelief. The wonder. The perplexity.
“Don’t mind the idiot. If not for dis yeye tax people, where e for come see me? See as e dey talk as if e be my mate. E nor see im type?” she whispered for my benefit and his.
I nodded like her co-conspirator, as though I had been dissing guys for the last ten years. What else could I do?
Seen this before….
I laughed and loved it then.
Laugh and love it still, although a friend had to drag me here by sharing the link.
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Well, my thanks to your friend 🙂
I think there’s a universality to the looking for love experience that we can all relate to.
Thanks for reading again.
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Thanks for reposting. Seems im loving this post more
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Aw, glad you like it … again 🙂
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I love that piece now as I did when you first wrote it.
Is that remorse I see in the last sentence of the piece? It’s almost as if I’ve never read that line.
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I like it when we read a post again and find something ‘new’.
I didn’t rewrite it. The ‘remorse’ has always been there. 🙂
Thanks Ife!
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Oh my! There’s such a value to thinking before one speaks. 🙂 Perhaps the guy learned something that day. Hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day!
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Perhaps he did. I certainly learnt something that day! 🙂
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OMG. The horror…
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The horror of … ? Don’t understand 🙂
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Oh, sorry. The horror of all those things being said, the awkwardness, the strange encounter…I was speechless!
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Oh I see. I found it hilarious … especially in retrospect. XD
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And the Words paint pictures on my mind, that what your words do
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Thank you. That’s what I hope my writing does and more … Transport readers to the scene.
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Thanks for sharing, Timi. I hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day.
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I did. I hope you enjoyed your day and had some laughs. 🙂
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Perfect for Valentine’s Day! Thanks for the fun share. ❤ ❤ ❤
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Happy you enjoyed reading. Better to be with someone on the same wave length as you! XD
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Thanks for sharing it again Timi. Love it!
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I love it too! I love that he called out my insincerity. Perhaps it’s better to be direct?
Thanks Val.
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I loved the post then, I love it even more now
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Aw, glad to hear it! I find the exchange intriguing – he gave me a tongue-lashing! 🙂
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Even on this V day, am not looking hahahahaha
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Hahahaha! Maybe Love will come looking for you! 🙂
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