By: Ada
The
cool quiet weather, lovely breeze, the sound of the waves,
a complete serene environment, bottle of red wine , sumptuous
meal for two and a good looking man beside me. How romantic! You might feel
it’s a date for two but it’s not. I really can’t say that I am sad and I really
don’t know what to tag this as but whatever it is , it gives me a senses of
peace and the only thing I can do; is enjoy every moment of it.
Although
I feel so foolish about this, but I just like this dude “James”. Why
can’t he just make up his mind on what he really wants? You know
that idle man you have always had dreams of where he is tall, handsome and
above all, he has the fear of God; well that’s what is staring at me right now.
Some
years back, I had seen him in church, he tried severally to talk to me through
his charming smiles and he even tried to strike a conversation with me but back
then I could not be one bit bothered about his looks, height of even when he
smiled. I always looked at him as one of those church guys trying to get too
familiar with me and him being a worker in church, I could not understand why
he was basically into me. I simply treated him like he did not exist. Each time
he waved at me, I simply waved backed and gave that half smile that could not
melt a heart.
Later
that year, I was posted to Port Harcourt so everything about Abuja was history.
I had to make new friends, get acquainted with my new job, learn my routs
around the town and find another place of worship. Leaving in Port
Harcourt was hell for me, and moving from a town where there is hardly ever
traffic to a town that is highly condensed was really annoying but the pay from
my new job kept me sane. The only thing I looked forward to was getting that
Bank alert on the 25th of every month. It made me smile as
bright as the sun.
I
gradually started enjoying every moment of that stage of my life and found a
boyfriend “good man” that could at least keep my nerves
down, show me love and take good care of me. Am sure you are wondering why I
stressed on the “good man” , laugh out loud ; when a Naija
girl tells you that she has found a good man, most times what she ought to say
is that she has found a man that has a fantastic job and is probably good
looking. Most times she is not interested in his background, if he is violent ,
engaged to someone else, has lots of baby mamas, Fraudster “419”, Drug dealer
and the worst of it all is if he is married.
Azuka
was his name; he worked in an oil servicing company, spoilt me silly with gifts
and international holidays but the worst part was his daily abuse both verbally
and physically. He was so obsessed with me. He wanted to know every single
detail of my life, from what I was eating, to who I was talking with, why I was
not picking my call and the worst part was him noticing that another man was
saying hi to me. He would rain fire and brainstorm on my life if he ever saw
anything that was one bit different. I was living in hell on earth.
TO BE
CONTINUED…
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