August 29, 2008

He said... She said... 2a


I have the distinct pleasure of featuring a blog within a blog. About 2 years ago... a friend of a friend read my blog and asked her friend if she had a friend who blogged because something I had blogged about seemed familiar. (u with me so far?) She gave her friend my blog address... and what do you know... the friend knew me... really well... and today she shares a story to be part of the He said She said series. The series is all about the same story but from two different perspectives. check out the HesaidShesaid link above (right under my header) to view other stories in the series...

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Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

She said...

Saturday, 2:30am


I froze. It must be a dream. There was no way that voice could be calling my name.

“Nike! Please wait up for me” the voice said again. “I need to tell you something.”

Yes! Finally! He’s found me and he’s coming to beg me to take him back. I smiled to myself and turned slowly to face the person calling me and as I did everything seemed to disappear.

I woke up with a start. It was a dream

Egbami. Not another dream about that idiot. When am I going to get over it? It’s been almost a year and I’m still dreaming that he’s looking for me. I've got it in my head but my heart seems to have a mind of its own. Every time I go to bed, it's one dream after the other about this guy, and frankly it's beginning to get annoying.

I sighed.

I wish I could program my dreams. That way, I could insert Brad Pitt every night and wake up without regrets. If these dreams don’t stop soon, I might have to go meet my pastor for serious deliverance. That is why I like going to Nigerian churches. Fire for fire, mehn.

I fluffed my pillow and tried to get back to sleep but as usual, I just kept thinking about the subject of my dreams.

Kola and I met in my freshman year at college. I was introduced to him during one of those African Students meetings by my cousin who attended the same school. He was a senior at the time and was about to graduate. I had been so happy then because just another year and maybe we would never have met since he moved away after graduation. We hit it off immediately and our love was serious watintin love. Chai, young love was sweet. It was always me and Kola everywhere. We fell asleep talking to each other, woke up and spoke to each other first thing in the morning, spent every moment we could together and frankly annoyed everyone around us that wasn’t in a relationship. At that time, I really believed the only reason God let my father agree to send me to America was for me to meet my dear Kola.

I hissed as I remembered that first year we were together. I really was a fool to fall that deeply in love with him.

He soon graduated and moved to a city four hours away but thank God for the affordability of Greyhound and Southwest airlines, my $6.50/hr cafeteria job allowed me to see him often. I spent almost all the money I made visiting him at least once every month and he returned the favor by visiting me every month also, so we saw each other at least every two weeks.

Thank God I knew book, sha because that was the only way I was still able to pull through with decent grades in school. If not, my father would have quickly sent me back to that Igbenedion University or whatever they call it in Nigeria. The long distance relationship continued for two years and it was at the end of my junior year that all the katakata burst.

Thinking about it still makes my heart ache and brings tears to my eyes. I wiped a tear off my face and held on tightly to my pillow.

You see, right from the beginning, I had told Kola that I was not having sex outside of marriage. He had agreed with me and things had been ok. We got close a few times but thank papa-God, my senses came back quickly and I was able to resist temptation. I had to give it to Kola though, he never really pressured me. In fact, aspa Christian brother, he encouraged me to hold on too and said he was happy he was going to be my first on our wedding day.

If you had asked me to list my motivations for graduating quickly, getting married and getting to sleep with Kola would have been right on top of the list. I studied hard and could not wait to graduate and have my father agree to the wedding. Then, just one year before achieving that goal, Kola ripped out my heart, trampled on it, threw it on the interstate and had ten trailer trucks run over it.

What had I done to deserve that kind of treatment? Is it a sin to love? I rolled around in my bed and reached for the Kleenex box on my nightstand.

I hadn’t seen Kola in almost a month due to my hectic schedule for finals and he had agreed not to come so as not to distract me. However, at the last minute one of my professors agreed for me to take one final early, which meant I could finish on a Friday instead of a Saturday. I was so excited that day as I wrote the exam; I put a small smiley face and a heart next to my name on the paper. Let me dash the professor some love too. Immediately I finished the exam, I packed a weekend bag and headed for the Greyhound station. It was time to get me some ‘Kola-vite’. I didn’t tell Kola I was coming; I was going to surprise him because he was my man and I could surprise him, right? Dead wrong!

Thinking back now, I still falter between thanking God that I paid him a surprise visit or wishing secretly that I hadn’t.

I got to his apartment and unlocked the door with the extra key I had with me. Immediately the door opened, I knew something was wrong. There was soft music playing in the background, candles were burning and some funny noises were coming from the bedroom. The bedroom was directly across from the front door and I could see the door was slightly open. The living area was to the left of the door and I saw clothes strewn across the floor from that area to the bedroom door. I moved closer to the bedroom door with my heart in my mouth and saw a foot sticking out by the door. I moved closer again, I saw another pair of feet that I recognized. In fact, I knew they were Kola’s feet because we always joked about how large they were and the sole of his feet had a funny mark.

My heart sunk. I already figured out what was going on but I just had to confirm.

I inched closer to the door and as I got closer, my heart sunk even lower.

No. Not my, Kola. No. No.No. He couldn’t be doing this behind my back. I still don’t know how I managed to do it until today but I pushed the door open and said “Why didn’t you guys just try to make it to the bed. You already made it to the room.”

They both froze as they heard my voice and when I saw who the other party was, the blood drained from my face.

“Busola!” I screamed

They jumped off each other, Busola tried to grab something to cover herself and Kola scrambled to his feet. I turned around and headed for the door.

“Nike, please. It’s not what you think.” Kola said as he ran after me. He actually tried to touch me but I think the look I gave him had enough power to kill so he stepped back. I stepped out of the door and never looked back. He tried calling me several times, but I never picked up. Funny enough, after about three months he stopped calling and six months after the incident, I saw a wedding website for him and Busola.

Ah! How could Busola have done that to me?

Busola, my cousin and the reason my father finally allowed me to come to the US. In fact, he had told my mom I could only come if I got admitted into the same school as Busola so she could look out for me. I got to school and she really took care of me that first year. She was a junior at the time and I met Kola through her. Throughout the relationship, she would tease me endlessly and say things like “I go love, oh!” I knew she had moved to the same city as Kola when she graduated but I never suspected anything between them. I figured they were friends even before I came into the picture so it was natural for them to be in contact. My own cousin, my blood had betrayed me right alongside the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with.

Now, my pillow is wet with tears and I have almost gone through a whole Kleenex box. How am I to love another man after this? Ehn? Even with him getting married, here I am still dreaming about him. God help me.

My phone is ringing. I turn to look at my bedside clock.
It must be my mom. I just finally got to sleep a few minutes ago and now she was waking me up again.

I pick up my phone and rub my eyes to make sure I am not dreaming yet again.

He Said


The Life of a Stranger called me said...

I would love to say great things about this, but i guess its on heartbreak and heartache, Im a little sad right now. I wish her all the best. This was beautifully written miss D. Beautifully written.

simeoneomobaba said...

I think she should be thankful to God that she got to pay him the suprise could hav been much worse if she got married to that kind of man..sad story.
she can still fall in love sha...

Jaycee said...

Wow...what shocked me was that IT WAS HER OWN COUSIN! Kai, what nonsense? Is this fiction? Sad. I wanna read He said...

Favoured Girl said...

Awww this was a beautiful piece, apart from the betrayal and heartbreak. :sigh:
I wonder how Kola and Busola would live with their conscience?
Can't wait to read the rest...

a friend of a friend said...

I like the tone in which the story is told, nice piece and nice blog .... hope I can get a VIP spot in P's Lounge! Looking forward to "he said".

smartlight said...

Interesting...good work! Looking forward to the next installment.

Vera Ezimora said...

Hey D,

I like this. Looking forward to the next installment. I hope karma visits Kola & Busola a million folds.

Ok, calm down, Vera...this is fiction...remember??? lol

Kafo said...

I guess she should just be thanking God that she found out before she invested too much time in him

i couldn't stop reading

azuka said...

Nice. How soon can soon be?


wow, na wa. Her cousin? wow. Great read.

Take care.

The Life of a Stranger called me said...

ok, now........... where is the "he said version" miss D, you are slacking oooooooooo... hmmm..

DiAmOnD hawk said...

pele dear... He is gathering his thoughts o... it will be published soonest... no later than sunday...maybe even later today

Uzezi said...

nicely written. cousin abi? shit happens. heart breakers are heart eaters

Lady A said...

He said......what did he say?!

*P* said...

Thanks for reading, everyone!!!