Thursday, March 26, 2015

Who Am I Without You?- Part 4

I haven’t heard from Bolu for weeks now. I’m sure it’s his new wife that’s keeping him away and why do I keep making excuses for him. If he wanted to call he would have done so regardless of what his wife had to say. Every night I went to bed wishing that by the time I wake up he would be standing right outside my door begging to come back. This morning it was one of my neighbor’s sons that came banging at my door instead.

“What is it?” I asked as I opened my front door.

“One man wan buy akara for outside.” He replied. I knew who this man was. He was my best customer since I started selling akara.  Since my mother said I was of no use to her, I asked one of our neighbors to teach me how to make akara. “Is it that same man?” I asked the young boy who was already anxious to leave.

“Yes aunty, the one with the big motor.” He said using his hands to emphasize the size of the man’s car. As he confirmed that it was truly the man I expected it to be, I rushed inside to get my slippers; I was ready to make my money for the day.

“Ah oga, how are you today?” I said to the man in the fancy car. He opened his car and stepped out. His shoes which touched the floor gave him away. He had to be a very wealthy man. Since I started my akara business, he is always my first and last customer for the day.

“This akara ehn, when I take it to work, my staff members rush it. What do you put inside to make it this good?”  He asked while chewing on some akara he took from the tray laid on a small table. I blushed as he praised my akara making skills. This man was handsome, I used to think that Bolu was the most beautiful man on earth but I’m wrong.

“It’s just pepper sir.” I stated, trying hard and failing woefully to keep him from noticing the little smile that was forming. “How much do you want today, sir?”

“The usual.”  He stated. “And please we are adults here so stop calling me sir. I'm not even 30, and neither am I married so why the sir?” But how did he expect me to know all that from just looking at him and exchanging some few words with him daily? But wait, was this man trying to give me some hints?

“Sir, you mean the whole akara again?” I asked, trying to draw attention from the statement he’d made. “It’s Bolu. Bolu obafemi.” He answered. Bolu I whispered to myself as my smile immediately vanished. I became disgusted by his presence. But why did his name have to be Bolu?

“Oh!” I said, trying to keep my composure as I rushed the akara into a bag for him to go. He must have sensed that something was wrong because he asked, “Hey, did I offend you or something. You don’t have to tell me your name. No worries on my side here, I go chill.”

“It’s Lola, Damilola.” I replied in order to ease the tension that was now growing between us.

“Lola.” He said smiling. “Does Lola live in this house?” he asked. I was really getting annoyed with myself because his smile melted my heart; I have to push him off.

“I suppose this is where she leaves since it’s this same building she comes out of to sell you akara every morning.”

“Ah-ah Lola, are we fighting?” he asked me. The way my name rolled out of his mouth was breathtaking. No other man has ever paid that much attention to my name alone, not that I’ve known many men.

“I’m sorry sir, your akara is ready now.” I was so ready for him to go. To my surprise he did not push further. He paid me my money and said his goodbyes. When I looked at my hands after he had left, I could not help but smile. My akara were barely worth a thousand naira but this man gave me ten thousand naira.   Why did I speak to him in such a rude manner? I was so scared he might not come back to buy more akara. I was distracted from my thoughts when another car pulled up in front of our house. A young lady came running towards me, hands spread out ready for an embrace.

“Aunty Lola! Aunty Lola!” My sister chanted excitedly as she ran into my arms.

“What a surprise!”

“Wow big sis, I have really missed you.  Let’s go inside and gist. Oh my God! I have so much missed this house.” She just kept talking, and talking. She led the way into the house and I followed along. When my mom saw her she immediately yelled “My daughter! My Daughter is home!” My mom was acting like she has not seen Kate for almost decade now. I did not have the energy to stomach all her act of undying love towards Kate so I left the scene.

“Mom, what’s wrong with Lola? She just left like that”

“Aunty Lola!” I heard her call after me. My back was turned against them and there was no turning back now.

Once I got to my room, I began to imagine how miserable my life is about to become since Kate is back. I wondered how long she was going to stay or maybe she was back for good just like. All I know is that my days in this house are numbered.


  1. Wow. Your stories are so touching can't wait for the next episode to be released. Thank you.


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