Abraham’s apartment was a two-bedroom. They sat in his bed. Regina knew what was going to happen and it was just a matter of when. She knew she wasn’t just there because of DVDs. When Abraham stepped out of the bedroom to turn off the TV in the sitting room, Regina got a WhatsApp message from Hakeem: I’m really sorry. Can we talk tomorrow?
Nigerians constantly do the most unseemly things merely to survive. Whether it’s walking to and fro inbetween oncoming traffic from 8 till late selling packaged sausages or carrying around a brush and water just to wipe windscreens so they can get 50/100 naira just to get something to eat.
There was something noticeably off about the way Mrs. Alade looked at Regina who was walking towards her. The smile Regina was accustomed to seeing was missing. In place of the smile was a hostile leer. Regina sat on the tall stool in front of the enclosed lobby desk, watching Mrs. Alade give her monosyllabic responses and dismissive shrugs.
The air was thick with tension. There was a Patoranking video playing on MTV Base, but their minds had drifted away from the moving figures on the 25-inch plasma TV. The inevitable was impending, but no one would make the first move. Hakeem suddenly turned towards Regina and she instantly did the same, as though her entire being had been anticipating some kind of signal from him.
Regina always wondered if the reason he never really talked to her was because he felt there was no point trying his luck with the Scripture Union-going, debate-leading Regina. She could never approach him because she felt she had a reputation to retain, and hanging out with Simon would jeopardise everything.
When you are in love you never! You never dare to ask important questions. He gave me directives on how to get to his mansion. He treated me like gold. I couldn’t help but helplessly fall in love with him.
The moment she showed up on my doorstep, I noticed something seemed off about Adaku I knew. This minute she appeared to be lost in deep, sad thoughts; then like one jolted back to reality, the next minute she was initiating endless random conversations in between forced laughter.
There she is sobbing in her sleep, wearing my pyjamas shirt on top of her dress, her white flowing dress, the one she bought from Vera Wang and the first thought in my head is “I’m never getting rid of that couch”.
A lot of people say that you should look at all your failed relationships as a sort of experience, a way for you to discover what you truly want in your life partner, and what you wouldn’t tolerate. But I feel like I’ve gained enough experience already! I’m tired of experience. Can I just have the love of my life now?
When people think of one-sided love, they often consider it from the perspective of the person giving unrequited love. They think of a person who loves another so deeply, but doesn’t receive this. This person is often thought of as the victim and the other as the villain. I, too, used to have such thoughts, until…
It’s okay to grieve. Cry if you want to. Scream into your pillow, but do this without letting it affect the person you really are. And then go on to mentally pick out all the good in the relationship that lured you there in the first place, stuff you actually enjoyed and would love to have again.
On seeing my ex again after many years, those beautiful memories we made came rushing back. She still looked just as enticing as ever, a pointer to the fact that a long separation doesn’t always kill those strong feelings you thought were buried. I was jolted back to reality by my friend’s voice.
We have a lot to discover about ourselves. We still have our discussion on faith pending. Who is to tell what the future holds for you, for me, for us. Wherever the chips may fall, I have no doubt that this period in both our lives would always be remembered with fondness. And maybe when we are a little older, we would appreciate the improbability of “us” a bit more.