My brother Emmanuel always tells me fine boy will not kill you and I would just smile or curse at him depending on the scenario. My case is a pathetic one I must confess, everyone in my family especially my close friends can recognize my “type of man” even if he is on the screen. There is always this Aha moment when I begin to gush over his handsome face and features- I totally agree that fine boy won’t kill me. You can guess I used to be a huge fan to the Telemundo series back in the days because of the handsome guys (I would save you the stress of mentioning names. LOL)

I want to believe that I’m a private person and I love to mind my own business. Most people have judged me from afar as being a snub but God knows I’m one of the craziest introverts or let me say ambivert you would ever get to meet and that is if you are lucky enough to be close to me (yay that’s me feeling like a superstar now, please don’t beef). I think I’m one nice fellow.

While I was minding my business one beautiful Saturday morning and as I spreading my clothes after laundry, I met a beautiful sight and guess what he was staring at me as well. Caramel skinned 6,4” well-built guy. At first, I was transfixed, how come I’ve never seen the face before.

“Nelly what are you doing? My ever tormenting shadow of a brother called out with a smirk on his face.

“I’m trying to hang my clothes on the line. You should have just come helped me out instead of disturbing my destiny. I said irritated with the break in eye communication with the crush.

He began to laugh with his hands in akimbo. You are hanging your clothes in the hanger okwa ya. He said referring to my fixed position. I was so embarrassed. I had maintained my eye contact with Mr. Cute and completely forgot that I was yet to hang my clothes in the liner. If I were light skinned, I would have probably turned red. I saw Mr. cute smile and walk back into his flat while my brother shook his head in mock dismay.

Fine boy won’t kill you.

Thank God you know already. I retorted.

I’ve started spending more time outside just in case…*winks*…and someone has started questioning my sudden new quiet time spot. You people should warn my brother before I exchange him with a bottle of Coke. No jokes.

PS: I met crush at the suya spot close to our house and he had a shining wedding ring. Ok, eyes right, this one is taken already. We exchanged pleasantries and that was it. I politely declined his offer to pay for my suya. I’ve so moved one. Life is not that hard.