Infatuation (An Hour Love)

he carton and placed them on the counter. This time, I was no longer interested in analyzing him. He stood behind his boss like he was waiting for app

Mr. Denver." He said. He was probably waiting for my response, which he never got. "What is my business with your name? Mind your driving old dude." I muttered under my voice. He drove for some minutes without talking, and I was so grateful. Then he broke the silence. "So, where are you from Mr. Sam?" "Heaven's Gate Estate." "Oh! That is such a wonderful place to come from." I was a bit startled by his response. I could not tell if it meant positivity or otherwise. So, I had to put on ice the conversation. "Mr. Denver, do you have some music?" "Of course I do." He switched on the music player and a familiar rhythm were coming from it. It was Bob Marley's Don't Worry, Be Happy. This song was meant to make people happy, but this time, it grieved me. "Mr. Denver, don't you have Skepta or Youngthug, Travis Scott or" "I do not have any of that son! Those are for gangsters, or are you a gangster, Mr. Sam?" "Nah, Mr. Denver. I think I will like this one." "You will love it. Trust me, son." I promised myself never to respond to him. He was so much like an amateur sleuth. The most infuriating part of him was that he was such an inquisitor; which made me unfold the sleeves of my shirt. "Here we are; 5th avenue." "Yeah, I will drop right there. At the restaurant." "Alright. Here you go. That will be a hundred and fifty Dila." "Here it is Mr. Denver." I handed him 150 Dila and stepped out of his insalubrious car; with my goods; stood, waiting for him to drive off. He put down the front door glass. "Have a nice meal Mr. Sam." He screamed. I did not respond; I promised myself not to do that. 5th avenue was the last street of the city. It was the street where the middle-class citizens of Capital city lived. However, this category of citizens was deemed wealthy, but not as wealthy as the occupants of the rest of the city. I walked past a railway which was however the boundary between Capital city and Little Land. Then through a narrow road that led to Bad's house. Welcome to Little Land. A city whose name describes it best. It was a little sloppy city with exiguous deve