Ore
I’ve arrived at
Damola’s place, my phone rings again, I don’t want to waste his credit. Plus,
it’s more romantic when I visit unexpectedly. He likes it when I come that way.
I say some prayers
in my head. The words “we need to talk” are ringing loud in my head. I’m still
in the car and I don’t want to come out just yet. I speak to my Father, the One
who had prepared this lovely day for me; the day I have always dreamt about. I
remember back then when I hungered to be in a relationship but He told me to
take it slowly. Now I’m glad I did because His time has truly proven to be the
best. Not being in a relationship for so long was intimidating and depressing.
I was lonely, but God has finally brought my own to me. Today, to the man whom
my world revolves around, I’m ready to offer all of me, to make him my last.
I’m ready to be the keeper of all he has, the keeper of him and the mother of
his offspring. I’m getting rather cheesy. I take a deep breath as I step out of
my car and let out a sigh of relief as I unlock it.
Damola
She’s not still
answering her phone. Could the network get any worse? I hear the sound of a
revving car. It’s quiet now. I think it’s Leila, the girl I want to marry. I’m
wondering why she didn't call before coming.
A few minutes have
gone by, but there’s no one at my door step. I soon hear footsteps, similar to
Ore’s. I think she’s the one. The way she knocks on the door confirms my
thought. How could it be possible that she is here? I hurry to my room and
bring out the poem. I don’t know how she’ll take it but there’s nothing I can
do. I’m 27 years old and she’s 26 and a few months, almost my age. I can’t
marry her. I want someone younger, like Leila. Ore enters in…
Ore
…the day we met,
my joy knew no bounds
And I wished my love for you would never end
I never imagined
that today would bring a halt to the bitter-sweet years
I said I’d marry
you, I lied, I’m sorry.
The words “I lied,
I’m sorry” were resounding in my ears and I could think of nothing else. I
walked out in silence. I hoped that I was being teased. I hoped that he would
take back all he had just said but he stood there staring at me like an
historic statue. I wanted to hit him, but the anger I felt had become pain; the
enthusiasm had become dust. Then, I understood what was meant by the thin line
between love and hate. Because everything I feel for this boy now is hatred.
But that was it; my whole world came crumbling right in from me.
I’m home now,
sitting on the ground and starring at the broken pieces of my life, with some
yearning to make it whole; like the one I had when I laid eyes on the shattered
pieces of my favourite ornament from mum’s étagère. Why couldn’t he just say
it? He formed it into a poem. Who does that? What hurts now, is how insensitive
I was. Why couldn’t I have seen a break-up coming?
Damola
Her silence ate me
more. I wished she would slap me, yell at me and lose it all. But she was
quiet. The calmness expressed on her face hit deep and pierced through my
heart, causing a sharp pain in my chest.
As I stared into
her already watery eyes, I wished the ground would swallow me up. I wished I
could take back all the words I said, but it was too late..
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