I take a particular route to the office everyday. On that route, there is a certain man in his 40s, about 5’7, with a small protruding tummy, he takes that route also. When I tell you that this man is colour-blocking personified, I am serious oooo. He is always attired in extreme colour combinations. On this particular day, he had on a yellow papa’s cap, yellow t-shirt, black denim trousers, yellow belt, black shoes and a yellow cross-bag.
The man always greets me when he passes me on the road. He is kind of weird looking to me so I try to stay on the other lane whenever I see him approaching because I don’t want small talk. But even when I avoid his gaze, he finds a way to get my attention. Sometimes, he’d say, “sisi, how r u? you look nice,” or “morning, hello.” He always says something to signal to me that he is greeting me.
On this fateful day, as I cornered in to the route, I saw him from a distance. He saw me the instant I noticed him because he was smiling. I couldn’t change lane in time because it would been obvious that I was avoiding him. Then I noticed his outfit. He had on an all orange outfit, from the beret, t-shirt, denim trousers, belt, cross-bag, down to the shoe, ALL ORANGE.
I was curious so I decided to ask him some questions. I guess my journalistic tendency got the better of me, or should I say I’m the proverbial curious cat. When the distance closed between us, I stopped with a genuine smile on my face, and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Good morning, how are you?
Him: I’m fine, thank you.
Me: I like your outfit, colourful and nice.
Him: Ohh, thank you.
Me: I noticed you like dressing up in such a colourful way, any particular reason why you do so?
Him: No, I just like it.
Me: Please, can I take your picture?
Him: No . . . (with a laugh)
Me: Ohh ok, what’s your name?
Me: Aalright, thanks.
Him: Thank you too, God bless you.
Oh sis, wish I could show you his picture, for you to get a ‘colourful’ picture. Yeah, I know. . . me and my human encounters. Well, the tale does not end there oooo . . . I was on the same route to work the next day when we met again. Fortunately for me, he was geared in the same orange colourful outfit he garbed on Tuesday. I was ready to avoid him totally, but he beckoned unto me that I should please wait, so I stopped.
Here goes our convo:
Him: Good morning
Him: Can I have your number?
Me: Well, I did ask to take your picture the last time, you declined.
Him : (laughs) Ok, I will allow you to take the picture
Me: (grinning) Ok, let me have you number
Me: I don’t have enough call card, I would have dialed your number so that you could have mine. Will do so later in the day.
Can I take your picture now?
Took two shots of him.
Him: No problem. Thank you sisi, I really like you ohh, I fit marry you now, shebi?
I just laughed him off. Then he was trying to hug me. I had to skirt that gesture. Just smiled and walked on. Please, feed your eyes with orange…
My love! It looks like me and the colorful man could be wedded now. Have you seen my outfits lately? Feast your eyes on even more color . . .
LOL . . . did you enjoy that???
I cannot tell you why the man above loves colors but I can tell you that I wear colors because it truly makes me happy. A colorful scarf, shirt or dress can quickly turn my frown into a smile. Once in law school, I decided I would stop caring about my outfits because I did not have the time. That nonchalance lasted less than a week! I immediately became depressed. As such, I quickly returned to being beautifully garbed in colors. It’s the only way to live life. I’m telling you that man knows a thing or two about living in bliss.
Love you and chat with you soon!