The Watchers - Part Two

"Bros, shey you wear your wedding ring?" Tunde the PA asked.

"No, why?" Kenny replied.

"I for say make you take style flash your hand make those babes know say you don marry"

I burst into laughter. It didn't occur to me that Tunde had also seen the mystery women who by now had left the line beside us and were now right behind us. From our sitting position and the way in which Kenny rested on the armrest between us, he was at a better vantage point to be oogled at by the mystery women. I was hidden from their view. I wasn't even going to take any second glance. A warning inside me told me it was dangerous.




"Tunde! Haba, can't you just ignore them and face your driving?" Kenny said still keeping a straight face. He didn't even bother to check what Tunde was yapping about. He was more pre-occupied with the worship music playing on the stereo and sang along with it. That's Kenny for you, once the music gets into him, he gets into it.

"You can't blame them anyway. Afterall, you be fine guy now, which is as a result of your wife's hard work" I added.

"Na you know oh" Kenny replied.

"Its true. All these ladies that find married men attractive don't realize that it's because their wives have worked well on them that they look that good; many of them want to eat where they have not sown." I emphazied.


Kenny and Tunde burst into laughter. I had said the latter part of my statement in yoruba and it sounded so hilarious the way I rendered it.


Finally, the road was clear and Tunde hit the gas pedal. The car picked speed and we left our watchers far behind in the crowd of fellow motorists.