In my Ugliness

🎨 Chapter 57 🎨

Tokunbo held up his hands in mock surrender. "Point taken."

Sharon's eyes sparkled again. "I don't even want to look at your traditional face right now! I'm picturing you chewing stick right now. Are you sure you own a toothbrush, Tokunbo?"

Tokunbo laughed, his voice deep and rich. "Point taken now." He noted wanting to end the banter. "No oh! I'm known for landing points, you can ask Mumuyiwa, he knows..." She trailed off then she shut her eyes. Her expression turned somber, and Tokunbo's face softened in understanding.

"Sorry I brought that human being up." She apologized and he waved his hands, "It's fine." He answered grabbing her hand across the table. "I get that you still like the guy. Mumuyiwa is a good word play by the way, it's suits the guy." He teased and she laughed reminiscing on the day she gave him the name.

She cleared her throat, "He's my past now. The guy can go and do whatever for all I care!" "I love the sound of that. The guy doesn't deserve a sweet soul like you." He answered with a wide smile then he added, "I know I'm quite traditional but I know my future wife is going to want her white wedding."

"Then when she enters the house, you're going to burn her English cloth and replace with wrappers."

Tokunbo laughed, "Do you ever let go of something?" "Am I holding on to anything?" "What part of point taken didn't you get?" "The part where you called kneeling down a crazy trend."

"Is it our tradition? No! An African man doesn't kneel, it's always the other way round." "Your true sexist colors are showing, I need to repaint your life." She picked up a paint brush pointing towards him but he lifted up his hands in defense.

"Please don't." He begged but the paint already stained his white shirt. Sharon gasped hiding laughter in her mouth then she noticed his serious face. She swallowed her smile, "I'm sorry, I wasn't going to, it was when you lifted your hands."

"It's fine." He answered sharply.

"How is your drawing coming up?" She asked trying to look past his angry face.

As they continued painting, the supervisor approached Muyiwa, who had covered his canvas in a solid green. "This is...interesting," the supervisor said, trying to hide his confusion. "What's your inspiration Sir."

Muyiwa's face twisted in a scowl. "Jealousy. You said I should channel my emotions, and that's what I just did."

The man blinked his eyes leaving him to his painting. He suddenly approached Tokunbo, "Good job Sir." He muttered moving behind Sharon. "Nice angle. Are you an artist ?" "No, I'm a kitchen chef. This just reminds me of how important it to plate food beautifully."

"Beautiful."

Sharon beamed with pride. "Whenever I put my mind to doing something, I get the best out of it." "Is it that good?" Tokunbo asked wanting to peep at Sharon's canvas."Better don't look before you'll turn to stone."

The man laughed heartily at her humour, "Good job Ma.""Thank you Sir, it means so much getting this comment from an instructor. Do you really mean it Sir or you're just trying to win a customer cause it's working." She laughed at the end.

"Well, at least you're doing better than some." His gaze drifted to Muyiwa, who was still scowling at his canvas. Sharon followed his gaze, and their eyes met for a brief moment before he looked away, "Shit!" He muttered.

Sharon rose up, "Muyiwa?" She called out but he quietly lowered his head, "Abi am I blind? Muyiwa!" She called out again then she approached him. "What are you doing here?" She asked and he looked up at her, "Oh my God Sharon is that you?" "No it's my look alike, what kind of stupid question is that? Who do I look like?"