She could not have been more than at most 23 years of age. I sat by the table in my friend's living room in Ado-Ekiti reading, when my friend, who had earlier gone out with a northerner friend of his, leaving only me at home returned with additional two other people; the young ladies that I later understood be undergraduates at the State University.

Their arrival put paid to my reading as the chatty of the two ladies, who said that her name was "Bora" immediately engaged me in a conversation that was riddled with series of get to know you questions. I was eventually asked to join the four in what I initially thought would just be a kind of an evening stroll.

Immediately we stepped outside, Bora told me that I was the one she was following out and asked that we stepped a bit away from the three. Though I am naturally a reserved in nature, Bora drew me out of my shell as she engaged me throughout the evening walk that took us from somewhere in Dalimore to Mr Biggs located at Fajuyi Junction in the state capital.

One of the things the things that left me stunning about Bora was that there was nothing or a place that we mentioned in course of our general talks that she had no knowledge of and she would make reasonable input about it.

When I told her I was from Ilesha, she told me she had been to Ilesha and OAU in Ile-Ife before. She mentioned the name of one of the princesses in Ilesha, who she claimed to be her friend that she visited the palace and OAU with at some instances.

By the time the northerner among us mentioned that he was from Kaduna, she started describing an area referred to as Television in Kaduna to the man; the man simply submitted that she knew the place.

When Benin City and Benin republic were both mentioned, she claimed to have been to both and had convincing things to say about them and all other places that we mentioned. If I can still remember correctly, she said that her mom was from Benin City.

At every opportunity, she kept telling me that I was the one that she followed out and that she cared not about others. I had to ask, if the other lady was not her friend, as I could deduce that they were roommates from our talks. She confirmed that they were friends and roommates but that she was less concerned of what happened to her that evening.

We eventually got to Mr Biggs and the two other men asked us to make our orders, only for Bora to say that I should request for both of us. I then told her that I was not really interested in taking anything, and so she said that we were both not taking anything.

Don Williams’s songs were being played at reduced volume in the eatery, and I being a Country Music person, I was able to in low voice follow the tracks as they were being played and this made Bora to ask, if that was my kind of favourite songs to with I responded in affirmative.  She then told me that she had compact discs of Don Williams and some other Country artistes at home, she would like to give me as gifts the next day. The other three who were at the counter to place order for us came to present us with two bottles of Coca Cola while they equally got for themselves. Bora just told me to let us get done with the soft drink, so that we could leave on time.

Bora was nice to be with and in my mind; I just got a worthy girlfriend, not knowing that I was in for a mirage. The other two guys were keen about getting us some orders from the counter but Bora never showed interest in whatever could be bought for her. All on her lips was that I should let us leave our friends behind whenever I felt satisfied.

We eventually left the place and Bora called a bike as we got out of Mr Bigg in a kind of two groups walking together. She negotiated with the bikeman for two passengers and asked that I joined her on the bike, to which I said that she should leave with her friend while I wait to leave with the other two guys but she bluntly refused and insisted that she was leaving with me with the statement “I came here because of you and I am leaving together with you. I don’t know this one” referring to her friend “They can take her to anywhere they like and do to her anything they like; I am less concern about her.” She was being replied by others but she simply told them she cared not.

I eventually left with her on the bike she had stopped and all we spoke about was how she would see the next day, so that she would be able to give me compact discs and solidified our friendship the more.

I jettisoned my initial plan of leaving Ado-Ekiti the second day for the purpose to see Bora again but that would never happen. I tried asking my host to let us visit her place the next evening but he did not have the chance.

I left Ado-Ekiti two days after, after I had requested the help of my host in collecting the compact discs that she promised me and her contact but he was never able to see the lady again. Just as Bora appeared out of the blues, she equally disappeared into thin air, but she left me with the memorable thoughts of the evening that we met.

I remember that when I told her that Bora could never have been a Nigerian name as the only Bora that  I ever heard of was a Serbian Bora Milutinović, who was former coach to the Nigerian Super Eagles, she replied by saying that her name was Wura, which was adapted to Bora as nickname.

Wura, please where are you?