This son of ours 8

This son of ours 8

Chapter Eight

“Take a break Mr Banks. Let’s go and see a movie.”

Mr What? But he couldn’t argue. A break sounded like heaven right now. He needed a break. He’d forgotten how energy-consuming studying was, and it didn’t help that his reading vigils had become quite frequent. The catching up and tests he still had to do necessitated such measures.

“Sure.” He happily stuffed his books in his bag and the crackle of papers sliced through the quietness of the little park, which was Atinuke’s study area that she had introduced him to, and generously shared with him. He’d had no idea such a place existed. But he was ready to leave.

He hung his bag across his shoulder and asked, “Where?”

“At the Chapel.”

“What?”

She elevated an eyebrow. “You definitely heard me.”

It was incredulous! “I had to be sure I did. You guys play movies in church?” It wasn’t that he minded, but it felt…unholy. Weird too.

She smiled, started walking and motioned him to follow. “Not exactly,” she drew out the word and inserted a chuckle. “But I hope you like stage plays. That’s what we’re going to see. It’s drama night.”

“Wow.”

“Don’t look so shocked, Mr Bankole.”

“Alright. I guess there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

She laughed. “Don’t be silly. Of course not. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Mr Banks.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “If you say so, Craw-craw.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Don’t.”

Turning to face her with exaggerated innocence, he asked, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t call me that,” she said in resignation before she resumed motion.

Trying to contain his mirth, he asked “Why not?”

“Wrong question. Why should you? The stuff is a term for a skin disease where I come from.”

He could not stop the laughter that rolled out from him. Skin disease? So hilarious. He should probably put her out of her misery because that was not what it meant in reference to her, but he was going to enjoy the humor of her assumption before enlightening her. How did she not know?

She frowned at him and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Your translation of Craw-craw,” he managed to put in between chuckles. “But rest assured, that’s not what it means.”

Her furrowed brow relaxed. “I think this is where you offer to supply the meaning.”

He chuckled. “After you tell me why you call me ‘Mr Bankole’.”

Her lips tilted up. “The thing is −,” she suddenly gasped, “−we’re late!” She grabbed his arm and made a dash for the chapel.

It was totally ridiculous to be dragged along, but he let her. He suddenly wasn’t so enthusiastic about watching a play, after all, it still was a church. Music wafted closer as they approached and he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d gotten himself into.

 

Author’s note:

Hi guys. That’s today’s episode. It was supposed to cover more than it did, but it was either I wrote this little or postponed the episode entirely. 

Thanks for reading through. I hope you liked it. Kindly comment, like and share.

Stay strong and safe people, Nigeria will still be good.

Have a wonderful weekend.

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