Adventures With Theresa 🚦🚘
Episode 2
Written by: Frank The Writer
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~ Theresa’s POV ~
Fred sang a melody with his guitar while everyone else sat around singing along to his melody. The location was Elegushi beach. Fred, Micheal, Ruth, and Justin happened to be the amazing fellow corpers I met here in Lagos during this period of my Youth Service and we have been together for months.
Our passing Out Parade (POP) was going to be the following week so we decided to have fun and share good memories at the beach. It was my idea because I haven’t been to the beach before. So I literally made the decision when they asked for a place we could hang out. They had no option but to oblige to my decision because it was my birthday month, and my birthday was around the corner.
I felt my skin warm from the sun making my head light, my lips were salty, something usual when you spend a lot of time on the sea and my feet felt a little tired. This couldn’t be a better last time with my friends and colleagues in Lagos.
We sang together, moving our bodies from side to side.
We all busted into laughter when Fred sang the wrong lyrics, and sometimes we let him sing alone when we don’t know the lyrics.
It was a perfect melody for a perfect environment. I was already having a good time.
“He’s very cute, isn’t he?” Ruth whispered into my ear.
She was referring to Fred. During the past few weeks, we spent in Lagos I have seen Ruth look at him with hearty eyes. There’s definitely chemistry between them but they haven’t interacted with each other.
“Why not talk to him,” I said, nudging her arm. She looked at him and blushed. Fred was looking back at her while he played the guitar.
“Really? You dey whyne me ni? Ruth smiled shyly at him, looking away and hiding her face on my shoulder.
“Whyne you ke? You won’t lose anything if you talk to him. It’s probably our last outing together, so…” I encouraged her, nudging her arm again.
“I won’t take no for an answer,” I added.
“Okay, alright,” she giggled, sitting up and accommodating her hair.
“Do I look good?” she whispered.
“You look great, go!” I pushed her as she stood up and walked to where Fred was while she stared at me. She gave me a small thumbs-up and sat beside him.
As I stared at both of them interacting, a smile formed on my face. I really liked being here, being rounded by these amazing people that I’m lucky to call Friends. Real friends, the ones that support you and are always there for you. I’m definitely going to make sure I keep in touch with them when I leave Lagos. I might even create a WhatsApp group chat to help us reach out to each other.
Maybe this is the State I would settle in. I could look. for a job nearby. Ruth or Micheal could help me look for a place since their parents live in Lagos.
My smile kept growing at the thought. I can’t wait to tell them how much I have fallen in love with Lagos State.
Micheal had been my loyal companion through this journey. We have been besties for the past five months and I couldn’t love his vibes less.
Sadly, everything was going to end soon. It was time to part ways and find adventures by ourselves. We would sign out the coming week and that was why we decided to have a beach day. We ate grill, burger, drank wine, and of course, surfed. I’m definitely going to miss this place and these amazing souls.
“Hey, Terry! Your Phone!” Michael yells, taking my phone out of my bag and then handing it to me.
None of them addressed me as Theresa. “Terry!”
“Thank you.” I let out a dim smile and took my phone.
It kept ringing loudly so I needed to stand up from there and walk away from the music. When I walked towards the shore, I looked down at the screen to see who was calling. I couldn’t recognize the number. An unknown number. I barely answer unsaved contact due to some reasons.
“Hello?” I decided to just answer.
“Theresa?” I heard a rough voice on the other side of the line, somehow low that I had to focus my hearing.
“Yes? Who I’m speaking with?” I moved with my foot in the sand, while I played with my toes.
“Erm, Uh, It’s Fra..nnk.” He finally replied.
I felt my heart stop for a second.
“Uh, you remember Frank?”
“Frank… the musician?”
“Yeahhh…”
Everything around me vanished away and all I could picture was the guy with a body structure of an athlete, pink lips, and sexy eyes. His voice, how I missed that voice. It took me back to the radio station where we met and spend time talking. It’s really been a while since the last time I thought of him.
“Frank,” I said, short of breath, moving my hand to my hair. I was surprised he called after how many months? Seven or eight.
“Hi Frankie, how are you? It’s been a long time.” A nervous laugh escaped my lips.
Suddenly silence stood between the line but after a second we both laughed nervously. I felt my cheeks heat just as it did long time ago when I was around him and felt butterflies in my stomach.
“It’s been a long time, Terry!” He said.
“I know.” I laughed, sitting down on the sand while my eyes faced the sunset.
“So tell me… are you still stealing meat from your mother’s pot?” I asked.
“I haven’t had the chance. I have been away from her for a long time.” He chuckled, making me laugh, and I can almost picture his dimple showing.
Frank once made mentioned of stealing from his mom’s pot in an interview on the radio station.
“So how have you been?” he asked.
“I have been great.” I smiled, lifting my knees to my chest and resting my arms on them.
“I have been traveling a lot,” he said.
“Nice. That sounds lovely.”
“Thank you.” His voice was so slow and happy. I bit my lips containing everything inside of me. How beautiful his voice was.
“So what have you been up to?” I asked right away, not letting my mind control me.
“Um, you know, here and there, pushing my music and other stuff.” He sighed afterward.
It’s crazy to think that I didn’t think of him for like seven months and now here I am talking to him on the phone, line as if nothing happened. I’m not going to say I wasn’t hurt when he didn’t call the first week that passed after we first met, but I moved on eventually since he was the one who took my number. I came to Lagos to serve and not to find someone else.
“Are you still in Lagos? Are you done with the service? Where are you now?” He queried in one breath. He was so eager to find out that I could feel it in his voice.
“Guess.” I decided to play a bit with him, just like the old times.
“Um, I don’t know. Not good at guessing, Um….” He thinks for a second and said, “Calabar.”
“Nope.” I laughed, shaking my head even though he can’t see me. I remember telling him I’m from Calabar and he probably feels I already left Lagos.
“Ouch! Did I fail? F9?” He said, laughing.
I couldn’t help but think about all the fun we had that day. Frank was really funny and he made me laugh. I guess our sense of humor is alike. I have missed him, I can’t lie.
“I’m still in Lagos, at the beach right now. “ I said, feeling the wind as it played with my hair.
“Wow! I never knew you would still be around. Which of the beach?”
“Elegushi.”
“Have you been there before?”
“Nope. It’s my first time here. I still have a lot of places I’d like to visit here in Lagos.”
“Oh! You must be having fun right now.”
“Sure! I’m loving it.”
There was something inside of me then that I was speaking with him that slowly returned to me. As if my nerves sense him and they make an electric response inside of me.
“Can I be honest with you?” He asked and I nodded my head, before remembering he can’t see me.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Well, I was wondering… I know we haven’t seen each other in a long and that…” He stuttered and took a pause. He sounded nervous but I couldn’t tell why.
“I promised to call you and I didn’t but… Um..” He laughed nervously, making another pause.
“Hmmm… what’s that thing you are finding hard to say?” I asked him.
“Would you like to travel with me?” He broke the short silence.
I thought for a moment. I know I’m happy that he finally called, even after eight months. And I’m flattered he’s asking me this but it still felt weird. It was so sudden, not something you would ask a person that you only met one time during an interview even when you felt a connection with that person.
Is he serious?
“I don’t know. This is very sudden,” I answered frankly.
“Um…,” he stuttered.
“Travel to where? I don’t understand.”
“Well, my uncle will be getting married and….” He was going to say something but I interrupted, now I know where this is going.
“And you need a date or something? Isn’t it?” I completed his sentence.
“That’s not what I was going to say but you’re right.” He chuckled nervously. I could picture him scratching the back of his neck.
“Yes, I do need a date. The wedding is next week Saturday and…”
“Wow! That’s so soon.” I was puzzled.
Minutes ago I wouldn’t have thought I would be talking to him let alone being invited by him to a wedding. Like for real?
“I know this is sudden and I’m sorry.” He sighed in disbelief.
I should have called you right away when I stepped off the radio station.” He said in a lower tune.
“I was busy and distracted, I guess. But I did think of you, sometimes.”
“Why me? I mean, it’s been a while, Frank.” I stood up from the ground, and walked along the beach, feeling the sand in my toes as I walked, it eased my nerves.
“Don’t get me wrong it’s just sudden.”
“Yes, I know. I….. something reminded me of you and I had to try at least.” He said deliciously slowly, making it so tempting for me.
“I thought of you, too,” I said shyly, covering my belly with one arm.
“Really?” His voice illuminated like it was hard for him to believe what I just said.
“I have missed you, Theresa,” he uttered. As weird as it sounds.
I closed my eyes letting the butterflies consume my body. That electric feeling suddenly returned to my body.
“Me, too,” I admitted shyly, stopping at the shore while looking at the few stars appearing in the sky.
“So are you going with me?” He asked.
To be continued…
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