I’m 17 years old. Actually, I’ll be 17 in a couple months, but who’s counting? I however, do not look like a child. Whenever I tell people my age, they find it hard to believe. Most people would be upset by that fact, but not me. I take advantage of it. It means that at the supermarket, I would be attended to quickly, instead of the attendant smiling at me and turning to attend to the older customers, while being expected to wait patiently and politely like all good children are supposed to.
It means that I can go pretty much anywhere I please that has an age limit. I’m living the best of both worlds. There’s the world where I’m still more or less a child, and the one where I’m treated as an adult. I have no problems with life.
I just finished my SSCE and JAMB, so I’m at home waiting for the admission lists for the university of my choice to be released. As a result of being the last child, and as a result of me being the only one who really has nothing to do at home, I’m basically the errand girl.
And so on this incredibly beautiful day, I was sent to the bank to pay some money into my older brother’s account. I was standing in line, about ready to either punch the teller square in the jaw for being so slow, or get the hell out of there. Lucky for me I did neither, because if I had, I wouldn’t have met David… again.
David Adelaja was every girl/woman’s dream guy. He was tall, dark, well built, and devastatingly handsome. He was also quite successful, and at just 32, he was already the branch manager of the bank I was at.
And so I, like most of the other females that were lucky enough to be standing in line with me to see such a wonderful work of art from God, was eyeing him the way females do. So, as you can imagine, no one was more surprised than me when he looked up at me, smiled and uncertainly called my name. “Steph?”
I looked dumbly at him for what seemed like forever because my brain just refused to process the fact that such a man could know me. Me.
He asked again. “Stephanie Agoro?” I honestly had to look around to ensure that he wasn’t talking to anyone else. I looked back at him and replied. “Y-yes?”
“Oh I just knew it was you!” He beamed at me with a set of perfect white teeth, and I swear that I could almost feel my heart melting in my chest. He left what he was doing, walked up to me, and shook my hand profusely. I’m certain he would have hugged me if we were anywhere else but the bank, where it was generally frowned upon to go around hugging customers.
David pulled me out of the line, despite my pitiful attempts at resistance due to the fact that I still had an errand to run. He assured me that it would be done, and that I shouldn’t worry about it. As I followed him to his office to hear what obviously was going to be an interesting discussion on how he knew me, I looked back and did not miss the envious, resentful looks that some of the ladies threw me. What did I have that they didn’t, and why was I the one chosen? I wanted to burst out laughing with glee.
In that moment, I was glad I was well dressed and had make-up on because I planned on going to the cinemas immediately after my errand. Anything less would have seriously eroded my confidence.