Sunday, 26 August 2012

The Flaming Flamingoes.

Stories are all works of fiction. Names, characters, place and events are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events and places is totally coincidental.

"What are we going to do?" asked Ade, "don't know," I replied, a little bit distracted by two very good looking females talking to a tall well dressed middle aged woman who judging by her body language could  have been a relative of either one or both of the lovely ladies I was checking out. "Chigro, be serious man," said Ade, miffed because he took the glazed and distracted look in my eyes to be a sort of nonchalance on my part. "I need to know what is happening, are we going to play or not?" he said.

I wasn't ignoring him nor was I nonchalant, I was trying to recall where I had seen the tall well dressed lady, but I couldn't remember, that was the only reason I seemed distant. Calming Ade, I asked him to give me a few days and I will get back to him, he wanted to play so bad. The hassle with Zeke and his Monarchs had him so riled, he couldn't wait to get on the pitch with them. I had everything else to think about and coordinate, I felt he was lucky not to be in my shoes. I also had to go and see Jackie and his uncle before I decided what to do next.

I approached Jackie's home with trepidation, his uncle's generosity had been rewarded with some kind of theft or other. Worse, he lived in his uncle's mansion on the outskirts of town and I was not looking forward to meeting the great man. What could I say to him? Nada! The next hour or so will probably be filled with me eating humble pie and not being able to look anyone in the eye. I sauntered past the Benz in the driveway and rang the doorbell.

I was even more on edge seeing Jackie smiling as he opened their front door. He led me through a beautiful hallway, through an arched entrance into a magnificent room that had an all white colour, cream coloured furniture and plenty of glass ornaments tastefully placed to complement this interior. To my right was a spiral staircase that probably led to their living quarters upstairs. We walked through another smaller door that took us into a passageway, past the kitchen on our left and straight ahead to the back door. We were now in a sort of conservatory decked out with straight backed chairs, a couple of wicker chairs positioned around a circular table.

"What can I get you," he asked, from behind a mini bar. I shook my head, I couldn't speak and my mouth had suddenly gone dry from the embarrassment that had also put a knot in my stomach. " I've got bad news" I said, trying to get this ordeal over with so I can make a quick exit from their house before his uncle makes an appearance. "We heard about the competition being scrapped," Jackie said. I looked at him dumbfounded, "so you know!" He smiled, "of course, my uncle always keeps an eye on his investments, that is why he is so successful a business man, we know it's not your fault, relax man." I let out a sigh of relief, a tremendous weight lifted off my shoulders and I began to feel light headed. It was a good feeling.

"WE have a proposition for you but I would rather you hear it from my uncle" he explained. Now I was really puzzled...

(To be continued...)

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