Spice Rack: Cassia

PREFACE

Spice Rack is a story series prepared with a mixture of six spicy characters – Cinnamon (Sin), Chili (Lilian), Cumin (Morayo), Cassia, Curry (Ray) and Celery (Lera). Although the persons on the cover picture are real, the stories are in no way about them. Spice rack is a work of fiction and bares no resemblance to persons either living or dead. I hope you enjoy reading each serving as much as I enjoyed cooking them up. Feel free to participate. Leave a comment or share an opinion - Sketch

Cassia

“We are slowly coming to the end of today’s edition of Why? What? Wednesday. Today’s discussion was ‘why women cheat’ and as usual you guys didn't fall my hand! The lines have been crazy busy with so much calls and text messages that I’m like muaah! Muah! Muaah!” she made smacking noises while she blew out air kisses. “in short unna too much!" She scrolled through the notes she had been making during the program. "While Ete from Somolu say’s it’s because husbands don’t give their wives attention, Joan from Ajah says women do it because they know their husbands are busy with another woman.” She placed the finger of her left hand underneath her headset and tugged slightly on her earlobe. “Guys listening in, I know you can’t see me but I am pulling my ears for you. Pay attention to your wives oh and stop playing for the other team oh or else!” she clapped her palms and made a hand washing gesture.
After scrolling through the screen on the monitor beside her, she resumed talking.
“While Hauwa from Mile-Two say’s some women's 'censored word' are under demonic possession and need the hand of God, Latifa from Ogba say’s some women are so broken inside that they look for quick fixes in the arms of several men. While I am neither a pastor nor a psychologist, my own is that you do unto others what you would like to be done unto you and whatever game you choose to play you should play it safe. HIV is real yo! Not to talk of so many other sexually transmitted diseases.”
Her director made a signal for her to round up.
She nodded and continued to talk. “I see the phone flashing guys and I am so sorry. Although I am having so much fun as always only have time for a final call before we call it a day.” She leaned forward to hit a button, after a slight hesitation, the caller began to drawl. “Kaysiya I just called to say that I love you, You are a fine geh, a sexy geh, I mustu marry you. I listened to this song by one really hot artist Crucificxo. Although he is not as buriful as you, he made me think of you. Can you play the song for me? The name of the song is-” without missing a beat Cassia interrupted the caller. “Thank you for that ma. While I am flattered that you called to profess your love to me, this is neither a request show nor hook up program. Dj A-jax and Ogechi will be on air from six-thirty pm tonight to take all your requests and shout outs.” She disconnected the call.
“With that interesting call from my latest lover,” she paused to make a bunny quote with her finger. “We’ve come to the end of Why? What? Wednesday. Until next week, it’s been your girl Cassia keeping it real with you. Message me on twitter and Facebook with your comments and questions and I'd message you right back. I love you guys, buh-bye!”
When her director gave her a thumbs up sign, she took off her headset and walked out of the boot.
Going to her locker, she reached for her bag, pulled out her phone and dialled a number.
When she was connected she muttered loudly. “Sin you are just an arsewipe! Love ni love kor?” She held away the phone from her ear to avoid the deafening peals of laughter from the other end of the line.
She asked how she knew it was her voice. “Why wouldn’t I recognize your voice? How long have I known you - you this useless child? Besides you are the only one I hear ranting about this Crucificxo guy. You think I don’t know his picture is the screensaver on your phone?” She rolled her eyes as Sin began her litany and praise of the musician. When she paused to catch her breath, Cassia interjected. “Ehen! I wanted to ask you about Lilian, Ray called me last night she said-.” She was distracted by her colleague who was making hand gestures she could not comprehend.
She shook her head signalling that she did not understand that he was trying to say and rose two fingers meaning he should give her sometime to be done with her call.
He nodded and walked away.
“Sin I’d call you back, have to attend to someone.” She disconnected the call and returned her phone to her bag, Making a beeline for the toilet, she shut the door behind her, got out her toiletry case and tried to freshen up. When she was done, she left the toilet and went in search of him. She did not find him.
Disappointed, she got out a pack of cigarette from her bag, took out a stick and lighter put them in her pocket and made her way to the back of the building.
She put the stick in her mouth and was about lighting it up when he materialized from the shadows and grabbed the stick of cigarette from her mouth.
She yelped in surprise. “Shit Imoh you scared me!” He kissed her. “I’m sorry about that.” She pushed him away and looked around to make certain no one was watching. “Don’t do that again.” He held her waist and pulled her into an intimate embrace making her aware of his need. “Come home with me tonight, I have something more satisfying than nicotine for you.” His smile was infectious she returned it and eased out of his embrace. “You sir are the smoothest talker on planet earth.”
She pulled out a bunch of keys which included his car keys from the belt loop of his jeans and wove them in his face. “I am driving.”

Imoh rolled over and turned towards her a look of worry lining his face. “Cassia we need to talk.” A feeling of anxiety came over her she placed the fingers of her right hand lightly over her chest. “Imoh are you breaking up with me? Right now? Just after we've-” she reached for the nearest piece of clothing and pulled it over her head; it was his shirt. She swore. “Shit.”
Not taking his eyes off her, he blindly reached for something on his night stand, grabbed an envelope and handed it to her before getting up from the bed.
With shaking fingers Cassia accepted the envelope. “You are breaking up with me and can’t even say it to my face?” She began cursing as she struggled to open the envelope curious to see what was within.
She started calculating how fast she could get dressed and leave his place. If Ray would be able to come pick her or if flagging down a cab would be faster. She did not want to start crying or getting emotional in front of him but wanted to know what was in the bloody envelope.
They were both mature adults and started this affair with the intention of not making any commitments. She did not consider the possibility of falling for him or how crushed she was feeling right now.
When she opened the envelope, there was a piece of paper folded inside.
She picked out the piece of paper, let the envelope drop to the bed and unfolded the paper with both hands.
It revealed a handwritten note which read; ‘psst look at me’ confused, she drew her gaze away from the note and noticed him kneeling in front of her holding up an engagement ring with a sly smile across his face.
“What do you say? Yes? No? Maybe?” she covered her mouth with her left palm and massaged her lips with her fingers at the same time fighting the urge to smile and cry. She cleared her throat and feigned disinterest.
“Is this because you want to be kissing me in public?” He cocked an eyebrow. “ Well actually, the station manager put me up to it. He figured out what we were up to ages ago, pointed out that your wife material was high quality and threatened to introduce you to his brother if I didn't put a ring on it." Beginning to feel uncomfortable from the pressure of the weight of his body on one knee he stopped smiling and looked at her. "Cassia how far na? I’m kneeling in my birthday suit with my heart in the palm of your hands help a brother out.” She smiled wickedly and held her left hand out to him nodding and wriggling her fingers. “I kindda liked the view.” He slipped on the ring and got up.
Picking up her phone, handing it to her and waiting while she took pictures of the ring on her finger, he pulled on his briefs and sat beside her. “Are you going to call your mum?” She shook her head. “Not now. I’m calling my sistaz! It’s too bad I can’t take you with me for D-day. You are quite a catch.”
She got out of bed and admired the ring as it caught the light glittered.
She had an amazing job, just got engaged to a man she was in love with and was going to spend the weekend with her best friends. Life was good!

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* Ps: unlike the Characters in this story, Crucificxo is real. Aside from being a 6ft tall delicious serving of handsomeness and charisma he actually knows how to ‘spit’. I’m presently stalking following him on twitter and believe he is the real deal.
Here is the download link for ‘Living my life’ my present favourite track Livin my life - Crucificxo have a listen and tell me what you think! (about the song and not his body)