Yesterday she came.
And we went for lunch.
The her who titillates me without even trying.
Then she ordered.
And they served her.
My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.
I couldn't help but say to the waiter.
"Oh my, that is too much, please go reduce it."
And she interjected as she smiled.
"Its okay, Jude."
"Please let them reduce it. Its not right for them to embarass you with such portion."
She continued while still smiling.
"I am not embarrassed."
She turned to the waiter and whispered sweetly.
"Thank you, sir. That will be all."
And the waiter bowed curtly, shot her a dazzling smile and left.
She blessed the food silently, picked up her fork, glanced over at me, her beautiful face still captured in her glowing smile.
Then she began eating her monstrosity.
And I began eating my own monstrosity.
The restaurant busied up around us.
Sounds of whispered conversations, bellowing laughter and the pattering of foot steps.
As I watched her, methodically, fork full after fork full, demolish her food until there was nothing left on her plate.
She sat there smiling daintily as she dabbed her lips with her serviette.
Before finishing her origin and two glasses of water.
And I said to her.
So dazed I had switched to pidgin.
"You know say woman when dey chop like man na man dem dey call am?"
She laughed before she responded in pidgin.
"Stay dia! I need fuel na to use finish you. You think say na normal eye woman go take climb you?"