We were relaxing in Tamara’s living room that Saturday afternoon. We were done with housekeeping, and were just gisting and lazing about with a glass of juice in hand and a small bowl of ponmo sauce.
A large bowl of ponmo sauce on the dinning – it was a serve-yourself situation. Her hubby was out of town and she was happy to share the beautiful moment with the girls.
It was not the first time she was treating us to a delicious delicacy, but it was the first time she allowed someone to prepare the snacks.
And it was always a cheery affair at Tamara’s place. Not only is her place competing with our usual spot under the elebebo tree, it has become a girl nest that is strategically located in the estate. Its vantage point allows one to steal a peek – the way the furniture in her living room is arranged affords one the opportunity of taking in the view and watching passersby without being noticed.
“I like the fact that it is creatively crafted for gossip,” Jolaolu once observed – an observation that was followed by a heated argument between her and Christabel about how not to talk. “Haba Jola! Do you have to use the word ‘gossip’? You could have just said: ‘the place is creatively crafted for chatter’,” criticised Christabel.
But if you ask me, I actually think that the creative layout of the space, which amplifies the functionality and aesthetics, shows the bright mind behind it. I was taking in the view while chewing on the delicacy specially prepared by Tinu, courtesy Tamara, when the thought of Alice crossed my mind.
“Has anybody heard from Alice lately? I have not seen her for some time,” I asked.
“I saw her yesterday and she was looking stunning. In fact, I didn’t know she was that young and beautiful,” replied Sexy Jola.
“I noticed it too when I saw her this morning: she was looking great in her tank top tucked into a dangerous blue jean,” Tamara said, laughing.
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“No…no…no, I must commend Christabel our Fashionista. Babes you too much!” Tinu expressed and the rest of us applauded ‘Christabel the love guru’, who stood up, took a bow and said: “You see, they say ‘the way to a man’s heart is through the stomach’. It’s true but what they fail to mention is that a man has more than one stomach,” a statement that literally set the house ‘on fire’.
“Christabel, you done come o. Which one be many stomachs? You done join Evelyn inside the world of poetry? Abeg make una no kill me,” Ada stated, laughing at her own joke.
“Wait, let me explain! Men have several stomachs but I will name just three. One is in their eyes, and that’s why they say ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’. As you strive to satisfy the stomach in their abdomen, you must ensure you satisfy the one in the eyes by looking good. No man, including clerics, like a shabby looking woman. Two, there is also a ‘stomach down below’…,” her words threw the house into a fit of laughter and she tried hard to pacify the ladies and continued, “As you try to satisfy the other two stomachs, ensure the one ‘down below’ is duly satisfied as well. I done talk my own, if una like make una hear.” We laughed and just then, Tinu called our attention to a beautiful well-dressed lady passing by. “Is that not Alice?”
“Is this Alice… I can’t believe my eyes….,” I said, staring at the beautiful woman walking towards us as Christabel beckoned her to come.
“Heeelloooo ladies! You guys didn’t tell me that all roads would lead to Tamara party, I would have dressed the part,” a lovely looking Alice greeted.
“Wetin happen, you want fine pass this one. Already you’ve dressed the part. Babes you look stunning…Wetin dey na…gist us,” urged christabel, whose eyes were fixed on Alice like the artist on her masterpiece.
“Na your handwork be this o! Pepper them things,” she said and turned around for us to take a closer look, “God has been faithful…and my husband is back!” Her words caused an explosion of joy.
