LamikayTy

I see the young man smile from a mile off. Well I see his teeth before I see his face. Am I the object of this smile or another? Looking left, right or behind me to make sure, I begin to very quickly rack my brain cells to help me. Where have I seen this face before? I am too sure I have never met Mr. Smiley face…..

Emm we are now faces apart and Ooooh I am so sure but Mr. Smiley persists. I look again then say somewhat quizzically ‘hello’.(I’m bad with faces so I rack my head once more just in case I am wrong and I do indeed know this person) Aaaaaaaah, do not tell me you’ve forgotten me so soon. Emm, I reply, I am sorry but… Aaaaa aah he butts in ‘ University of Ibadan now!’ Its my turn to smile and I smile each time it happens. ‘Aah I thought as much, I’m not the person you think you know, I’m her twin …’ Surprise, shock , embarrassment(I like watching the varied reactions). For some, silence, others a simple apology albeit laced with emotions ‘how could I be so foolish’. A few disbelieving but … they are left with no choice. Abi, I say my name is X and not Y!
On one occasion I’ve had to bring out my ID card to convince my ‘friend’ of my identity.

And we are not identical o! The key to this confusion is that we’ve done things separately from the end of our primary school days. We went to different secondary schools, different Universities (definitely different courses) and we live in different States. Therefore, we made different friends along the way or met different people. This implies that people who know X, might not know Y and vice-versa.

(I have nothing to write about, abi?) Well, lets c…

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