What a classical slap! Chioma, but why?
Those words still echo in my ears 2 weeks after the event.
I walked into a restaurant/bar in one of the suburbs in the mainland. The place was serene, cosy , and quite sweetly calm, with soft jazz music playing at a reasonable volume.
I sat down at a table, and the waiter took my order and delivered accordingly. Across some 6 feet sat a young dark skinned lady with brown eyes and dazzling smiling that is captivating. As I was taking my meal and drink, I did not realise she was just glancing at me from the rim of her wine glass, trying to catch my attention. I suddenly heard the clatter of cutlery and looked to know where it's coming from, and our gaze got fixated. The cutlery clumsily fell from her fingers to the plate and caused the sound. She had my attention. A lady walked and asked to sit on the vacant seat, but she motioned it was occupied. So, I became more curious about who it was reserved for? And why does it seem she needs me to sit there. As she motioned to me to please come over and sit, a grand entrance was made.
Everyone in the restaurant turned to see the entourage coming in. A young man about 1.93m tall, athletic build, and nicely trimmed beards walked in. He gracefully walked towards the lady who had motioned me to come over to her table. My heart beat increased as I watched in awe.
He approached her, knelt on one knee, brought out a 24-carat gold ring from his pocket, and said: Chioma, will you marry me? Chioma stood up and looked at him with utter surprise. The entire restaurant paused phones, recording videos for gossiping later. Chioma raised her right hands up and, with one sweet ferocity, landed a devastating military grade slap on the guys face. He collapsed to the ground, and his friends rushed to help him up the ring, spiralling off his hand. A young lady sitting close to her table just shouted "Chioma but why?"
What could have made Chioma act this way? Is Dantata going to be OK?
Watch out for part 2....