image“This lecturer just like eating into someone’s time, as if we don’t have other stuffs to do” I hissed as I hastily pack my books and headed out of the lecture theatre. My tummy has been singing different kind of songs and the only thing I crave now is a decent meal.
“Why would a queen be walking around in this scorching sun?” Startled, I turned towards the direction of the voice, still thinking of the right response. “Hi pretty, I’m Frederick Kolapo, a 300L Economics student of this university. Can I meet you please?” “Kofoworola James, 100L student of the same department”, I retorted. Anyway, Fred and I hit it off weeks later and we became the cynosure of all eyes, in fact, we won the award for the best couple twice before he graduated. He was a king who treated me like a queen. I mean, it takes a king to treat his lady like a queen right? Fourteenth of April was the day he proposed, which was his graduation day and coincidentally, my birthday! Fred had to travel to the U.S for further studies after his service year. It was really hard but I found comfort in his words. He promised to come back for me no matter what and those words, I trust.
I graduated school two years after Fred travelled. Was able to get a good job with a mouth watering pay at a company in Abuja, thanks to the influence of my parents. That was when the calls stopped coming, line no longer reachable and Fred basically disappeared from all social media platforms. I never met any of his family members before he left so I absolutely had no one to turn to.
“All your mates are married with children, when are you going to bring home a man? And don’t tell me you are still waiting for that Fred of a man” my mum sneered. “I’m not here for that mum and I’m not thinking about that right now”, I muttered. “So, when are you going to start thinking about it, ehn?! Tell me”, she demanded. “When the time is right” I calmly replied as I walked down to my room. Really, who could blame my mother? It’s been 8years I last heard from Fred. I was 24 when he left, now I’m 34years! Within those lonely 8years though, I’ve done well for myself. I’ve risen to the position of the deputy general manager of the company I work for. I’ve travelled to about three continents for conferences and seminars. In fact, I’ve become a force to be reckoned with in my chosen field.
I came down to Lagos for a three day business summit and decided to stay over at our family house, risking my mum’s constant nagging. The second day of the summit was uneventful, just like the first. On the last day of the summit, I was about opening my car door when this seemly, tall, chocolatey man walked up to me. “Hello, I’m Durodola Mabinuola, the deputy director of Divine Mab Limited” he said braggingly. This could be it! I thought to myself. Who could blame me anyway? He’s such an handsome man and what with that disarming smile?
Three months into our relationship and ‘Dola wouldn’t stop talking about us settling down in the next few months. He hasn’t proposed officially, I guess he’s that kind of guy that expects one to take a cue without spelling it all out. He travels down to Abuja every two weeks just to pay me a visit,I do travel to Lagos too, once in a while.
It’s a lovely Saturday and I decided to pay ‘Dola a surprise visit. The pregnancy test I took yesterday came out positive and I just can’t wait to tell him in person. What better way to relay a surprise news than to give a surprise visit? I giggled.
“Pim pim pim, where did this gateman go for heaven’s sake? I fumed, blaring the horn angrily. I’ve been at the gate for over half an hour and it sure is looking like I’m the one in for a surprise.
To be continued….