It has been weeks, everything I planned had worked out accordingly and amidst it all I had Convinced myself over and over again that I didn’t need anybody, of course I don’t need anybody at least I couldn’t make out any reasons why I thought or felt I did.
Yea yea everyone else had a gazillion reason but it`s my life here!!! Isn`t it??? Oh yea! It was my birthday week, there was super excitement in the air, I was happy; not particularly about getting older though. I wasn’t where I wanted to be yet but each day was a step closer.
It was a Thursday morning, my birthday; I opened my eyes and for the first time I let my entire life , successes, failures, memories, hurts…I let it all flash through my mind, picking on what and what I should have done differently at the time, but in all I had no regrets none whatsoever.
I was on the right track I muttered to myself as I snapped back to reality on the sound of my door opening up without a knock or any form of notification….ah! They all know how I sleep lol well at least I think so. And so I hurriedly tried to cover up, she was already standing over the bed, staring down at me with that mischievous smile she pulls off whenever she was troubleshooting; I had already given up on my cover up adventure as she sat on the bed.
What was there to hide anyway, she had seen it all a thousand times over, she held my hand as she muttered something under her breath, something I believed was a prayer; she never took a break from it and I was eternally grateful for that. But here she was at this hour, she needed something I thought to myself and I was almost certain she did, but what was it?
I already drifting into my thought when she opened her mouth and there it was; what I feared the most, coming from her did not make it any easier to swallow. My mother she is one of those mothers that are happy as long as you are happy, she does not pressure, she does not try to live your life, she would rather suggest and guide. She was a mother!
Not one I have entirely been fair to and lately I felt guilt just thinking of it. And here she was, she had taken this upon herself for the first time knowing I would not ignore her as I do the others, but I already felt so guilty because I was going to do just that; but then she continued, she had her reasons, she made sense and finally she made me promise to at least give it a thought as I hugged her at the door.
Oh no! once again I have agreed to something I wasn’t going to do; at least not yet, well I had my own plans, I needed something different, something out of the usual. I have grown to dislike No! hate the cliché of being the pretty daughter that had numerous suitors that all happened to be the sons of her father's friends.
I knew it was time to get them all off my back, and so I picked my phone started scrolling through my BBM, there he was, that friend, you can get mischievous with he will totally get it. Then I typed "Guy hook me up na".
I could only imagine how he had rolled in laughter as he replied; the chat went on for some minutes, as got talking about other things. A week had passed, it was midway into another week when I saw it. A message from him, wow I had totally forgotten but hey I asked for it and he had done it.
I kept smiling to myself as I scroll through the messages, contact info and pictures. Ok my stomach turned; butterflies? No way, it was probably hunger, I had skipped dinner last night. And so a couple of minutes later they it was an invite on my BBM and that was it.
Fourteen days after we were still on the phone. We talked about everything and anything, it was like talking to a long lost friend, no forming, no reservations, just talk; but it was all about to end. The time was close, the days were racing each other, the year has speedily come to an end and the 5th of January was just a few days ahead.
Oh God! That pit in my stomach again and this time I was sure it wasn’t hunger, I had just downed a palatable plate of Afang with poundy. And so it was finally here, I felt good, confident and in control as I stepped into the cab taking in all the compliments on my well cut two piece black and white jump suit; well it was just a date, one date never hurt anyone they say.
It was either going to end well or would end up never wanting to see each other again. But wait, why was I scared? We already bonded or so I thought….
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