Debby and Bank met at a luncheon organized by the Nigerian Labor Congress in Lagos. Debby was a senior program officer in an international ngo based in Lagos. And Bank, a promising lawyer and human right activist. as the evening wore on, their chat became animated and their spirit elated.

Debby remarked in the middle of their conversation, “it is so easy to talk with you. I mean, it is like as if we’ve known each other for years.” ‘And’, she paused, ‘I must confess, you’re the first man I would find very engaging and entertaining.’ “Debby come off it!” Bank replied somewhat shy. Don’t you pull my legs!



Anyway, I take that as flattering compliments. I appreciate your candid opinion. But, truly, I feel same way with you; talk of vibrating in the same wavelength.” Debby cuts in, “ that reminds me, you have not given me your cell phone number.’ Bank reached for his cell phone in his trousers pocket and handed it to Debby. “Here, key in your number and name.”

Debby did likewise and they exchanged numbers. “l’ll call you first tonight, exactly 11pm”, Bank promised as he down the last pint of wine in his glass. ‘that late?’ Debby queried. Immediately, it dawned on them both that this is was love at first sight.

“Hello! Guess who?” Bank nasalized his voice to veil his voice being easily identified on the other end of the phone. “your voice, and its pitch, I cant miss among millions of voices, Bank, its you! Debby confirmed excitedly. ‘I thought you wouldn’t call again’ Oh, how I have missed...