Vals

So it was Valentine's Day over the weekend... Just another day really, no date, no flowers, no chocolate...

I wonder what Hausa gentlemen of today do for vals? Traditionally- dare I say it- they haven't struck me as romantic. But then again, this is now. So what have you done or what have you received?

I remember valentine's day 2 years ago.... I had met a lovely man called Faruk while out shopping along Bond Street in December (I know! it's unlikely... he was unique). We made eye contact and he approached me. He asked for my number and he got it.... We spoke on the phone- it flowed. We went out to lunch a couple of times... things were alright, but there was a bit too much "Qarya" about him. Read on...

In January, I was nursing a cold and he called...
Awww... mura kike yi?
Yes (Sniff sniff)
That's so terrible, you taking meds?
Yeah
have you had something to eat?
Not really.. bana jin cin komai..
But ya kamata ki ci wani abu.... hold on a minute.... I'm going to order some soup for you.. menene adress din ki?
(smiling from ear to ear) Haba dai, you don't have to.
Ya kamata ki ci wani abu....
Okay. 24 XYZ Road....

So he ends the call to place the order. He calls me back 5 minutes later and then says that they don't deliver that far out. I say okay, ba komai...

February 14th,
(Text message) Hey Sky, Happy Valentine's day...
(Phone call later) How was your day? I want to send some flowers to you. What's your address?
Nah, you don't have to
Kin tabbata? I don't like flowers myself but I will send them to you..
Nah, i'm fine thank you...
.... I'm busy, so I say goodbye

Mind you, this wasn't a relationship. He was supposed to be wooing me! can you believe it?! Thinking back to the Soup incident, ina jin ma karya kawai ya ke yi... but i tell you what, it worked! Shameful. And on V-day, he ASKED whether to send flowers on the day! What an insult! If he had wanted to send them, he would have planned it well in advance. You see, my kinda Man would have kept my address following the Soup day..... Needless to say, the brotha was a poser who was a practised playa in the field...

There's more to the story than i have time to write about now. The shege (excuse my language) was a phantom smooth operator. He almost got me because he whipped a cloud of charm all around me. Amma, like I said ALMOST. Allah ya kiayaye ni, cos I got off that train to nowhere.....