Kema glanced up into the
light blue sky, shutting her eyes for a moment and breathing in the cool
late-morning air. A smile decorated her mouth. Nothing could spoil this day for
her. Today she was sure. It was really happening.
At
last!
She
couldn’t wait to tell Oliver. He would be overjoyed and then probably become
even more protective. But today… she was invincible.
She wouldn’t die today and neither would anyone else.
The
doors swung open. A female usher, carrying a clipboard, in a white shirt over a
green African print skirt stepped forward. She beamed at them.
“Good
morning, sir… madam… Welcome. Your names, please?”
Tapping
her chest, Kema said, “I’m Kema Constantino.” She inclined her head at her husband.
“He’s Oliver Constantino.”
The
usher consulted her clipboard. Seconds later, she lifted her head, her smile
even wider. “You’re both in the front row, on the right. Please go straight
through into the hall.”
Walking
on the marbled floor, through the lobby and into the hall, Oliver glanced at
Kema. Her eyes gleamed intelligently, shoulders up, marching like she feared
nothing and no-one.
He
had always admired her boldness and her single-minded focus. How many people
could transit from a career as a web developer to that of a security agent and
private investigator? Only Kema.
But
this new career had nearly gotten her killed twice.
Grinning
up at him, she murmured, “Baby, you have to stop worrying about me.” He tended
to take things extra-seriously, sometimes acting older than his thirty-six
years. Totally different from his loose-cannon best friend and business
partner, Steven who was just two years younger.
“I
can’t help it.” Oliver muttered, his gaze scanning the huge room.
Rows
and rows of orange chairs formed a semi-circle around a black runway. The name Yaya Obo in large silver letters formed
a backdrop to the catwalk. White light shone down on them from overhead bulbs.
The
hall was gradually filling up with both Nigerians and foreigners.
Black-uniformed policemen loitered at various corners of the room. Where was
the bomber? Was he already sitting somewhere, among these unsuspecting people?
“Come,
let’s head to our seats.” Kema said, tugging at her husband’s hand.
Following,
Oliver murmured, “We have to get to work. We don’t have long.”
“I
know, baby. I only want to say a quick hi to Wumi, let her know we’re here.
Just two minutes.”
“Fine.”
Oliver said, perching on the edge of one of the chairs on the front row. “I’ll
be here. Tell her I’ll see her after the show...” He paused and added, “Hopefully…”
Kema
raised one eyebrow, glowering at her man. “We will see her after the show.”
Oliver
shook his head, and then smiled. She was right. They would sort everything out,
as they always did. “Yes, we will.” He said softly, staring into Kema’s perfect
face. He couldn’t wait to kiss those lips again, to taste that mouth and do
more, so much more.
With a saucy wink, she
pivoted around and headed backstage to meet Wumi, her best friend.Share this post on social media if you enjoyed it.
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