The Bar

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It is a Saturday night. I am at Auxerre, an upscale bar in downtown Port Harcourt. I am sitting at the bar, with a glass of Ciroc nestling in my palms. I can see everything happening clearly enough although the bar is dimly lit. At the table closest to me, I see a man who, by the looks of it, is not yet thirty. He is decked in an all-white ensemble of white shirt, jean trousers, Nike boots and a face cap. On his left wrist is a silver-hued Rolex. He is talking animatedly to a young lady, black shirt and red skirt, with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. She seems oddly disinterested but he does not seem to notice this, instead becoming more animated, as he gets further into the story he is telling. Continue reading “The Bar”

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