o on: The Matrix

Chill and relax was in T- 60 minutes and I was down the road. Thing is I had sent my car to go pick up the Sage ( Yes blogville The Sage performed at chill and relax) so I had decided to walk.



But.....


It had rained all day and V.I. is a flood trap reminiscent to the story of Noah when it rains so I was trapped on Oyin Jolaiyemi. Talk about seeing the promised land but not getting there......



So there I am....

Standing in front of TFC trying to hail a taxi looking slight dapper. Much too dapper for a Sunday evening at TFC and she parks her car.

She runs in to get her TFC fix but i notice her give me a look down.

Damn she's hot, I tell myself.


I need to get to Bambuddha ASAP 'cos the Polygot is on her way.
(Yup we had Utibe the polyogot who writes poetry in 5 international languages performing too)


So I let her be.


She comes out.


I'm still there.


No taxi...


Gets in her car....


Looks at me again....


Starts her car...


Looks again...


Starts to reverse....


This time she keeps eye contact....


**
This is when i should have walked to the car and asked for a ride to the junction 'cos i know i was gonna get one...


I know i could have possibly gotten a name and number....


Possibly invited her to chill and relax....


Gotten to know her over candle light, poetry, spoken word, jazz and prose....


Then.....

Gotten me a date for the next day.


Then.....


Maybe I might have shared the story of matrix with you.



But NOOOOOOOOOO



This modjo that has gone AWOL was still AWOL



So.....



She stared.....



And I stared back....


She gazed intensely.....



And I gazed right back....



She willed me to come forward.....



But i stayed behind.....


Even when she paused for over 2minutes on the road....


I stayed behind....


Till she drove away.....


Leaving me there.....


Alone......


Still wondering how I would get to Bambuddha.....


That was when i knew.



That....



Blogville, we have a problem.


WHERE THE HELL IS MY MODJO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


O