TIME BOMB

I was on my way to Choba this morning. After I alighted from a vehicle at the Choba junction, I boarded a tricycle going to Aluu with two men and  a very beautiful and fair girl inside. She stared at me in admiration for only God knows what, because I know I don't have so much good looks, though am quite handsome to my own liking.

We'd moved just about 5 minutes down the Aluu road when this girl, (I've never seen her before), started crying. At first, we all acted like nothing was happening because everyone minds their business in busy cites like Port Harcourt. I felt very uncomfortable when she leaned her cheek on my shoulder and cried the more.

"wow, this girl is damn fucking beautiful, you could tell that from her fresh skin, her dark hair style which falls along her neck like jewels..."

All those thoughts of admiration flanked my pretty mind. Trust me, I don't blame people who fall in love at the first sight. Sweet chills of love and emotions ran down my spine the moment I saw her. Truly, I believed angels live among men.

So, I cuddled her, with all self gratification (as if we'd known each other before) and softly whispered to her, 

"Baby, tears are a sign of weakness and helplessness before challenges and problems...Now wipe those tears and wake up, because the world can only see you until you do. We are not scared of dying, with or without challenges, but we are scared of dying before the world knows who we really are...So, dear, stop crying and tell yourself "I'm strong."

While whispering into her ears, I could smell the sweet sent of her beautifully endowed skin which attracted my soul and body into cuddling her the more.  I just couldn't let go of her.
She softly looked at me, with big beautiful eyes that suitly fit into her eye sockets on her face, and said, 

"Oscar..."

Wait a minute. Did she just called me by my name? How did she know my name?
She continued, 

"Oscar, I am a time bomb, and I don't want a handsome man like you to be a victim..."

She was still talking when I screamed, 

"This gal is a suicide bomber o. Boko Haram ooo!"

 Before I could finish shouting those words, the two men inside the tricycle had jumped out and left their iPhone and Samsung Galaxy phones. The driver, an Hausa, didn't hear the English I spoke, he inquired,

"kai, walai, weitin I haffen? Wush Voku Haram?"

Wait a minute let me catch my breath. Be back soon.