The Best 24 Hours of My Life

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Let me tell you about the best 24 hours of my life. It was the day I met you. I’d decided to marry you that day, six full months before I finally did propose.

I was initially reluctant when Uche, my brother asked me to turn up that Friday night, and I almost didn’t go. The week had been long. Running startups is hell.

The Bank is my favorite Abuja club, so of course we drove to Amino Kano, on Wuse II, sat down at the Pre-club spot, aptly named ATM, ordered my customary starter – a chilled bottle of Star. I opened my Nook reader and, forsaking the Ngugi I’d just copped, I opened the lighter Jack Reacher, It was a Friday night after all. Jack’s always the Man on Friday nights.

Mild commotion directly behind me. Four girls took up the table before ours. I didn’t care initially, until you loudly ordered for the coldest bottle of Star they had in stock, to the laughter of your friends who had all ordered cocktails. I turned. The lift of your eyebrows at me confirmed you were the beer drinker. My smile was tiny, but I hoped my approval showed.

It did. You walked up to my table. A five-eleven, hourglass-figure apparition, with eyes that seemed to have a permanent box of laughter and mischief parked inside it’s garage. You’d seen my Barnes and Noble Nook, you said. You wanted to know what I was reading. To test you, I said, ‘Lee Child’. Your Immediate response of ‘Jack Reacher, Which one?’ Intrigued me. We talked books.

Of course, the mischievous Uche suggested we merge tables. We do, and I immediately start having fun. We share a final bottle of their coldest Star. Of course you cheated me, a gentleman, I let you drink more.

My premonitions begin when we get into the club and I ask what you’d like to drink. You reply. ‘Jack’s the Man’. We obviously share a love for Captain Jack Daniels. We dance, crazily, closely. You’re the Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire. We are having fun. So much fun, your friends snicker when we danced gangnam style like we’d rehearsed it.

When your Tipsy colleague asked if your cobwebs might finally get some cleaning tonight, I pretended not to listen. Didn’t want to hope too much. Tentatively however, I tell you I don’t want the night to end yet,

You then ask me, eyes dancing with laughter, ‘How good are you at FIFA?’ I say, ‘very’.

‘Come over to mine for the rest of the night,’ you say. ‘But I won’t put out.’

I didn’t mind one bit. I’m game.

I hand my keys over to Uche and tell him to get home. You throw me yours, saying ‘I call shot gun.’ I don’t mind. I like to drive. You’re ticking boxes I didn’t even know I had, left, right and center. Even when you say ‘Don’t touch the radio, its mine’ I smile, It was déjà vu. I’d said it countless times to my friends. But you make good. The first song you play is Little Big Town’s Sober. We sing along.

The drive to Lugbe seems very short. For once, I did not complain about the streetlights that were off on Airport Road.

I don’t remember much else about the drive. I do however remember not feeling weird at all about you having Men’s clothes ready for me to wear at home. Tongue in cheek, I offer to share a shower. With those damn eyes twinkling with laughter, you say, ‘I won’t put out remember?’ Kicking me to the visitors bathroom. Afterwards, I sit at the PS4 console in the living room waiting for you.

You come out smelling of Jasmine so faintly, I almost put out my tongue to taste it. I’ve always loved its ability to soothe and I knew I would definitely enjoy cuddling with you. I was so distracted by the scent and the not so modest tank top that I almost lose at FIFA. Laughing (again that damn musical sound) you tell me start up managers have  more time on their hands than doctors. I call you a sore loser.

My upteenth surprise, I arrange the couch to sleep, I was already happy enough with my night so far.

You re-enter from the bedroom and say, ‘I lied, I will put out.’

I grin with anticipation. And for good reason. Damn you were good. Your head game, dope. Remember that time you said, ‘Look Papi, No hands’? You near triggered an explosion right there.

You woke me up after dawn with a nickname –

‘Hey, Tonguey McTongueyson, Breakfast in Bed?’ I smile at the compliment and say Yes. ‘Then you’re cooking’ you said.’You like to cook remember?’ I laugh. I did cook.

After breakfast, I set up your new Kindle, since you had refused to. ‘Nerds like you should do nerdy Stuff,’ you said. I introduced you to the ebook world. When we lay silently together for two hours, you in the crook of my arm, and me ignoring the cricks, both of us reading books, I knew I was lost.

So I ran. Mumbled about work, demands of running two different startups, teething problems I say. I planned to not see you for another two weeks at least, or at least that was what I planned before i found myself at your place that same night, mumbling something about being in the area. But I knew, I knew right then I was gonna marry you.

The best 24 hours of my life. It hasn’t happened yet, but I hope it’ll happen exactly this way when I meet you.

Which is when?

Where the hell are you?

  • nyx

    I don’t stay in lugbe…

    September 3, 2016
  • All Heart

    This is so cute. Why can’t reality be this interesting? But would she still have been the one if she didn’t put out?

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    September 3, 2016
  • bert

    Weirdly Cool story! Sure got me twisted

    September 3, 2016
  • Nosa

    Loved it. Very light yet interesting.

    “How good are you at FIFA?”
    That was the moment you should have gotten on one knee and proposed.
    Such ladies are a National Treasure

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    September 3, 2016
  • Ibiela

    I love it 😀

    September 3, 2016
  • Twisted

    *smiling coyly*
    Pity nothing ever happens exactly the way we plan.
    Nice work Buchi…a real contrast to the nutcase that is you????????????
    Loved it!!

    September 3, 2016
  • Peach

    Good luck finding her

    September 3, 2016
  • Nnanyielugo

    Buchi…. Oh Buchi.
    You’re making a homeboy dream of la la land.
    Yes, this is la la land.

    La la land is closed to mere mortals like you and I.

    Wake up and smell the ewa agoyin burning on the stove.

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    September 3, 2016
  • BlackSwan

    Oh no!!
    This was so good!
    I hope you meet someone to tick the boxes

    September 3, 2016
  • Andronicus

    I hate when my post is marked as spam. Kinda ruins the moment. I’ve got two comments hanging. This might make them 3

    September 3, 2016
  • Andronicus

    Hahaha you fooled us. But it did play out vividly in my mind as I read on.
    My favorite description of a type of girl is the guy on one of the previous posts who said he wanted: A freaky left handed doctor, with natural hairdo, loves video games and is great in bed…(did I add the natural hairdo part?)

    I want that too. Adventure, racing and combat games though, me no do FIFA games. and though a doctor, she must be arty or appreciate the arts, love soul/jazz and be ready to explore Soho, Camden and Shoreditch with me. She must love food ‘cos I am an unashamed foodie. I could cook while she cuts meat/veggies and cleans after…or she could cook while I gist with her in the kitchen and steal food from the pot. We can exchange cooking tips and try out recipes.

    September 3, 2016
      • Andronicus

        Yes it was you! Hahaha…well it’s another Sunday you know how we do it. A bottle of cold Old Speckled Hen. I’ll keep my shirt buttoned this time.

        I love left handed girls (leftys).

        September 4, 2016
    • 5geez

      This person can be me…. But you will not come and look for me.. ????

      September 3, 2016
  • Uncle T

    Wow, nice write up…. Thought you had ended in Disneyland… Still “inception” all the way. But this is a possibility that is worth courting.

    September 3, 2016
  • thetoolsman

    hahaha. bravo.
    You have outdone yourself this time Buchi.
    Excellent stuff. Those who know me know I how much I love witty intellectual dialogue. This was all sorts of fresh.

    September 3, 2016
  • Mesozoic

    Just wow. I enjoyed it. nice.

    September 3, 2016
  • Gio

    lovely something.

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    September 3, 2016
  • Erdoo

    Fairy tales are made of this stuff, but the beer part I will never get!

    September 3, 2016
  • Empress

    Really interesting. Am still learning how to play FIFA sha,lol.

    September 3, 2016
  • Empress

    @Erdoo did you attend queen of the rosary secondary school gboko?

    September 3, 2016
  • 5geez

    Buchi! I’m right here…. What are you waiting for…. You better come find me immediately ????????????

    September 3, 2016
  • If only …..

    September 3, 2016
  • Arthur Bizkit

    That was a good read. (Y)

    September 4, 2016
  • Cecile

    Loved it!!

    September 4, 2016
  • Joko

    First that beer post (one of my favorites by the way)…now this. Bravo, Buchi. I fell for it…thought it was real. ????????????

    September 4, 2016
  • Wow! This blew me away. You fooled me, but now I know better. Great work, bruv. This is the kind of stuff great works are made of. And I learnt a lot too.

    September 4, 2016
  • Chinedov

    Wait.. So you mean she wasn’t real? This is all a figment of your imagination?

    Damn, it read like someone landed himself out of those characters in Harlequin books.


    September 4, 2016
  • luke

    Abeg, wake up

    September 4, 2016
  • Buchi, you are so crazy! What?! This is so good!

    I may not understand your music or book faves but what?????????????

    Wow! Just wow!

    September 4, 2016
  • LLD

    I stayed off this post several times. I’m not the everyday “I love you, I don’t love you” story kinda girl but this one right here got me smiling. I’d naturally like any girl with that much love for footie.
    The end? Gosh you had a good time playing with my imagination. Nice job.

    September 4, 2016
  • Sparks & Tingles

    What if I had died of envy before getting to the end of the post? There really should be at least one girl like that in this Lagos and that girl should be mine only.

    Nice one Buchi.

    September 4, 2016
  • O'Kel

    Oh well I hate football…and beer, but this right here man, this!

    September 5, 2016
  • Tee boy


    September 5, 2016
  • 'Layemi

    Beer + Books + Good dance + FIFA + Jasmine + ‘Papi, no hands!’ + Breakfast = Dream girl

    I don’t care what your egusi or efo riro is like, I’m sorted.

    I will propose!!

    September 5, 2016
  • Toni

    LOL… just lol

    This kind of girl exists, honestly. It’s just a matter of searching and/or waiting, for how long I don’t know, but if you mean to find her, you will. Good luck Bro!
    I’ll send a cooler of Shine Shine Bobo to help you on your quest…

    September 5, 2016
      • Toni

        *Looking sideways* yeeees? Few people call me that…

        September 5, 2016
      • Toni

        Wait… how did you know? My email is

        September 5, 2016
  • Nnenna

    I have never being to Abuja, I have never played FIFA , I’m a horrible dancer, but I’ll probably cook with you, and cuddle…I’m trying to learn how to read more books ,I’ll let you share my bed and I’ll tell you loads of irrelevant stuff that would make u call me crazy and make me smile…I like your story, it got me thinking of what the best 24hours of my life would be like…wanna find out with me???

    September 5, 2016
      • king.blacqmajik

        Oh yes, stranger things have happened, infact Netflix made a series out of it titled Stranger Things.

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        September 5, 2016
      • Nnenna
        September 5, 2016
  • I knew it. By the time I read about two-thirds of the story, I said to myself “this is fiction right?” Aaaaaand I was right.
    I really hope you get your dream girl but hmmmm.
    By the way, I love the way you write. You are a really good writer. You know how to make your words come to life. I can’t explain it. This and your beer post, I loved.
    Looking forward to the next post.

    September 5, 2016
  • Olukayode Olowo

    The FIFA part did me in

    September 6, 2016
  • Veiled One

    The creative that is Buchi, and the way he makes us ladies who can’t play Fifa, or drink the coldest Star want to learn.

    I’ll console myself with the fact that I’m left-handed, natural haired, and can cook though.

    Well done.

    September 6, 2016
  • Dumebi

    So it was just a fantasy! I pray u find her though. nice write up!

    September 6, 2016
  • Lauretta

    This just made my morning. Beautiful write-up

    September 7, 2016
  • Mo'Mo'

    This is just bloody brilliant. I knew it was too good to be true though. Although many women are perfect, despite their imperfections, no man has ever been as lucky as described above.

    Good luck finding your Star-buddy.

    September 8, 2016
  • Ray

    Haha I just knew she couldn’t be real! I love this though.
    Tonguey Mctonguesy ????????????????????

    September 9, 2016
      • Waaawu…. this is awesome.

        September 14, 2016
  • I’m more of a Heineken girl…lol

    September 15, 2016
  • Cavey

    How have i been sleeping on the brilliance that is @buchi ? What??!!! Boy, you are goooddd! Yikes!
    I’m your new biggest fan!

    September 24, 2016
  • Tochi

    This was so cute my hand flew to my chest. I was having palpitations. Adorable. Sad. Slightly depressing. I love that I hate that I love it. 🙁

    September 26, 2016
  • Mma

    Is it too late to drop a comment… ? I really loved this, so easy to imagine and very sweet…if I were a beer and Fifa person, I would totally find you but alas I’m not. Good read tho.

    December 26, 2016
  • fillz adebayo

    ode!!! nice one mehn…..

    August 7, 2017
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