01/01/2026
NOT EVERY SMILE IS LOVE. SOMETIMES, IT'S SIMPLY CUSTOMERS SERVICE.
One beautiful Friday like that, I received a call from Uche, my former colleague. He just said, “Kunle, come downstairs. I dey wait for you.”
Since work no too set that day, I just grabbed my phone and bounced downstairs. We exchanged small pleasantries, and he said I should follow him to one nearby mall. No car, nothing... we just jejely trekked like patriotic Nigerians.
When we got to the mall, we waka enter one Indian clothing shop. My brother, as we entered, na there I see her…
Fine girl. Calm smile. Well-spoken. The kind person you’ll just look and say, “God, I’m ready to behave.”
Nothing too loud, just natural beauty with confidence sprinkled on top.
I shook hands with her while Uche...this guy no get joy ... ignored everything and headed straight to the T-shirt corner like man on a mission.
The lady introduced herself as Funmi, and before I knew what was happening, she had already carried me to the jeans section.
The way she was attending to me ehn, I started thinking: “Maybe this is how love starts. Inside ordinary clothing shop, destiny can still locate somebody.”
She was suggesting sizes, asking me questions, laughing at my dry jokes... everything was flowing. Even POS machine no dey swipe like that.
At one point she said, “Sir, I like this one on you. You look very gentle.”
That’s how my head began to swell like bread inside hot oven. I started calculating wedding venue...Ibadan or Lagos? Honeymoon Dubai or just manage Lekki?
Next thing, Uche shouted from the other side:
“Kunle, abeg hurry. Make we dey go. Her fiancé dey come.”
My spirit paused.
“Fiancé ke?”
I smiled small, thinking Uche was joking… until one tall guy entered, greeted her, and pecked her gently.
Funmi turned to me and said with that same sweet smile:
“Sir, meet my fiancé. He just came back from Canada. Please, if you need more jeans, just let me know.”
My brothers and sisters…
That’s how my love story ended in the denim section, before it even started.
I quietly paid for my jeans, collected my nylon, and followed Uche out like a humble choir member.
Since that day, I learned one deep lesson:
Not every smile is love. Sometimes, it’s simply customer service.
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