Yesterday was Saint Valentine's day, and everywhere was awash with red.
Not the red of danger, no, at least not if you are single, as you would be the victim of several stray bullets. It was the red of love.
There were various expressions on these days, as trumpets went up in the sky, and strange faces looked down upon the masses from billboards. Everyone was doing doings.
Often, days of significance come and go, and various people find that their expressions of love have been unrequited. Strange discoveries and broken hearts also abound on this day, but this is not a story about that, but just my mind running creative tracks and testing if I still have a storytelling ability.
Kingsley, in particular, had traveled down from Accra, where he managed a small enterprise. He already had a box of chocolates on its way to Samantha's a residence, and he was out shopping for the perfect red gown for his love.
Samantha, on the other hand, had other plans, she was so in love with Kingsley, but she was unsure as to what to get for him. She couldn't even fathom how she would reach out to delivery service in Ghana. She hadn't thought her valentine plans through. She wasn't too expectant either, as Kingsley had not made any obvious signs that he would be doing anything special, unlike previous years. In the end, she concluded on treating Kingsley out when next he would be in the country; in the meantime, she searched all over social media for a three-piece suit that would make any woman turn her head and take a second look at her man.
At precisely noon, she got a call from an unknown number telling her to get dressed and prepare herself. After she dropped the call, she went back to scrolling on her phone and snacking on a bag of cheese balls. She had spoken with her man earlier that day and wasn't expecting anyone else.
Suddenly a knock on her door startled her. She made to open the door when she heard the lock click, an unknown fear gripped her, and several thoughts began to run through her head. Had she forgotten her keys outside, was someone picking her lock, what could be going on? The face she saw next was that of Kingsley peaking through the half-opened door, all teeth out. She was shocked, the good kind.
He presented her gown, and she felt heavy; immediately, she dove into the dress, and picked up her car keys. The outing was going to be on her tab. She wants going to be out-gifted.
From the park to a nice eatery to the movies, Samantha wanted Kingsley to experience all of Lagos on her account, and she did an admirable job. At the end of the day, they grabbed a pizza box and went to her house for the night. Kingsley had already booked a return flight for the next day. They chatted through the night, catching up on various matters, and they both fell asleep deep into the night.
The following day Kingsley prepared to leave at the door of the house; Samantha walked up to him, patted his shoulders, and pouted, "I enjoyed yesterday, but..." Kingsley immediately asked, "but what, my love?" She jokingly replied, "I didn't get any chocolate." "What!?"
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In another part of town. A dispatch rider is heading back to his sketchy business after his girlfriend had worshipped him over the exotic box of chocolates he bought for her.
Yes, I know, at this point, this would be where I advertise a trustworthy delivery agency, but since none has offered, I'll drop a faux lesson instead.
Boxes of chocolates are fantastic, but memories stay longer.
If you enjoyed the story or felt it could have had an alternate ending, feel free to fill up the comment section with your ideas, I would love to read them too.
On to more serious matters tomorrow, thank you for your time.
