Hot Boy Kay. 🔥

Hot Boy Kay!

Mother says she'd be leaving by 11am. I immediately conclude she'd leave by 1. How? Well, its simple logic: if you put 1 and 1 together, you get 11. So maybe she actually said 1, but I'm astigmatic, so maybe it got to my ears too.

I'm all alone now in this shop, mother left a few minutes before 1. Correct, I was. At least, now I can say I know her well enough, after all, I am my mother's son.

This girl adjacent to our store - we don't call it shop, its a local market - she's very beautiful. She looks exactly like her mom, that woman, beautiful! This girl, beautiful!

Sometimes I am confused in this store, I can't pay attention to selling egusi, ogbonor and pepper together. Mother knows whenever its me alone, I don't bring out the pepper. Too far it'd be, people can steal it and I wouldn't know. Its a very big store, compared to others. Now, I'm also joggling paying attention to this beautiful girl.

I'm hungry. I turn to check for the rice woman but I instantly conclude I've had almost enough rice for the year. My girlfriend thinks rice would grow on my head soon. I tell her I don't mind, as long as its food. The rice woman apparently isn't around. I turn back, and this girl, the beautiful one, she's staring.

I'm nonchalant to most things, but whenever I'm selling for mother, I try to be very attentive. I catch her glimpse a second time. This time our eyes meet for a split second, and then mother's phone rings. I'm surprised. Why is mother's phone ringing when she's not here?

I fumble a couple of times checking for the phone. I find it and its father calling. He wants to know if the phone is with me. Mother thinks she's lost her phone again. I drop the call and look up and she's talking to her friend, who's now staring.

She - the friend - steps over to my store to buy egusi. I'm a nice guy usually, but I don't say hello. Because I don't mix business with pleasure. Although, na where man dey work, e dey chop.

I smile whenever I'm on this, customer service matters a lot. The friend collects her purchase, moves to walk, turns back at a small angle and whispers "fine boy".

The woman opposite me sells iced fishes in stacks, big big stacks. Mother said I should get fish later, and I'm trying hard not to forget. I just decide to go and get them now since I have no customers to attend to.

She - the woman - has plenty customers now, but she quickly attends to me. She says I'd marry her daughter. I'm surprised. I've been coming to this market since I was a kid. I came to this market January this year before I resumed school. I shuttle some weekends back home just to go to this market and never for once have I been admired, more so, by 3 different people. What changed?

Anyways, ladies and gentlemen, meet the hottest boy in town now, Kay. You can go and argue with your gas cooker. Or better still, argue with your fireman.