The first time is always wonderful, and this is a story about mine.
Till date, as is the case with love, i can’t explain exactly what about her roped me in.
I can remember how whenever the bell for break rang, immense joy filled me Cos oh here she comes
A smile wasn’t a smile. Babe had my full Mumu remote containing several buttons with which did inexplicable things to me
Hei! My heart will do gbishgbish
I needed to starve; yes love is pain.
She deserved a gift; Love is giving.
I recruited progress to go with me, who suggested I buy Panties and a teddy bear.
“As time runs forever so will my love for you”
Hey God! Baby girl kill me. I saved that note which funny enough I still have till date
It was all perfect and sweet and we had even planned children’s names sef. You know how these things go
She had been flogged at the assembly and had yet declared no one but Stephen oiye-eheheh
Hey my chest! I was proud
It was... no! Words can’t describe it. And I won’t even try.
Everything was a blissful as can be, as happy as can be, and then it happened...
The phone calls drop.
Deliberate avoidance, etc
But as is always the case with me, none of this happened. It was all fine and dandy till I got an SMS. I still remember the contents till date
It was October. 7months late if it was intended as an April fools prank.
I called 2million times and she didn’t pick.
I started walking
I got there and called. I kept calling from 2pm till 10pm in front of her hostel and brethren she didn’t pick
In cases like this, it’s the hope that kills.The thought that maybe a miracle is on the way and only delayed by small traffic.I stayed an extra day, nothing.
I packed my broken heart and left
I cried. Then I cried that I was crying. Then cried cos I was crying that I was crying. I would see my mirror crying face and cry that she was making me cry.
It was a cry-inception
Nothing worked save for one one thing; Time.
Slowly, the hurt dulled, I wished her the best. I moved on.
3 years Later, in final year......
“You know what? Screw you! Burn in the hottest part of hell Ifunanya. I’ll never see you. Just go away”
Was what I wanted to say but I said ok no problem
It beat excitedly at the thought of seeing her again, then beat with rage as my brain recalled all I had been through. But In truth, there was more excitement than rage. I day dreamed. What was she like now? Maybe this and maybe that then she knocked
Stop! She said distancing herself from me, heading straight to pick her bags.
“ I have a boyfriend” she cut in......
Then why? Why did you do it i asked as she left my door
With a tear in her eye, “ Nothing. I just woke up and I don’t know.” she replied.
It’s Ifunanya. Can we see?
See ba? No wahala! We hooked up, talked. She commented at how I was now a big boy making all the oil money and in true nigerianese I responded “Na God”
Took her home, date ended
I kept asking myself. Did someone go to hellfire and change my name to my friend Progress. who such unfortunate happenings were a normal thing for
I was doing a million calculations a second.
To be fair, Felix seemed genuine. Genuinely loved her and wanted to be my friend Not minding.
Triple date abi what will we call it over? We elected to go home. I went with her, baba went his different way
Ifunanya what was that? What’s all this? What are you doing to me? Why? What’s the End game? Tell me
You love me you this and that yet you left me. Now you love me but you’re marrying someone else. I wasn’t down for such confusion Abeg that my mumu remote you have, the ba3 must die and it will loss Abeg
I couldn’t trust myself. Couldn’t trust my emotion not to burst out but I love you and then make PM newspaper please eh no