For the next couple of years, I won’t hear anything from Ife. Even when I go home, his parents will simply tell me he said he didn’t want to be in touch with anyone. I was angry; how could my childhood friend just ghost out on me? I began thinking it was something I said when we spoke last. Whatever pursuing he did only becomes clear when I run into Mary one day at the bank in Abuja.
My heart was beating frantically and worst of all; I couldn’t quite control the twitch in my left eye. “Hi, can I join you?” He asked, and I looked around to see to my dismay that all other tables were occupied saved for the lone seat at our table. It got awkward for a moment as we stared at him, surprised by the sound of his voice. It was like pure honey. I felt the core of his manliness rain in my head.