25 A Beautiful Summers Night

HADIZAT It was one of the most beautiful nights I had had ever since I had come to Lagos. Just sitting there and talking about simple things, and laughing at silly things made me contented. I waited for him for more than ten minutes to get a taxi. He refused to get on a motor cycle, he kept complaining about his hurt back like a child and my mind could not think about how adorable he was. I said goodbye to him and slipped my phone out of my pocket to call Imran. It was pretty late but I just had to speak to him, else I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. His phone rang twice before he picked up. “Hello,” he said groggily. “Imran, it’s me Hilal” “Oh, you finally decided to call,” he said in lieu of a greeting. “Imran, I need to speak to dad as soon as possible, its important” “Uhm...” he paused, “is everything okay?” “No, but it will be as soon as I speak to my dad” “He usually contacts me first with different numbers, but I’ll send an email, and see what happens