Saturday, March 28, 2015

Who Am I Without You?- Part 5

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No be you talk say it will be you and me till the sun comes down. That I will never wear a frown. You will love me till am down. Na only you and me go dey dey.

 I murmured the lyrics to Miss Waje’s song as I was coming back from dropping off my son at school. These days, every time I see Dare, he reminds me of how stupid I was. He reminds me of the mistake I made of being so drunk in love that I could not think clearly. God! Why did he have to have his father’s eyes? I thought to myself. Just maybe if I hadn’t gotten pregnant when we finished high school, I would not have fallen into an unwanted marriage.

All these thoughts were running through my troubled mind as I walked home. I was so buried in my own awful thoughts that I didn’t even know when a car pulled up in front of me. When I heard the familiar voice call out my name, I quickly snapped back to reality.

Well look who we have here, Mr. Bolu to the rescue. “Wow!’ he stated loudly. “Are you trying to tell me that you didn’t hear my car honking at you for the past  minutes before I decided to pull over?” he asked worriedly.

I hissed. “What do you take me for? Am I some street girl that you honk at?” I asked in an attempt of defending myself. He just stood there with his back against his car and laughed. “Well Lola you are still the same, same feisty girl with the best akara in town. By the way, I went to your house to buy some akara but you were not opened for today.”

“And so you decided to come look for me abi? Are you following me around or something?” I asked him, not caring if the way his mouth curved in annoyance made my chest hurt.

“You know what? Its fine; Am done!” he replied. He turned to leave. I had to do something because I knew I didn’t have the strength to walk all the way home this early morning.

“Bolu! Bolu!” I called after him with the biggest, brightest smile I could force on my face.

“Can you at least take me home?” I asked innocently with my smile still in place. He responded by laughing. He opened his car for me, and I stepped in.

“You ehn, why were you making shakara before? Do you think I will let you walk home by yourself when there are lots of young men around ready to ravish such a beautiful woman like you.” he stated as he got ready to drive.

I sat next to him, blushing like a 16 year old girl whose crush finally commented on one of her pictures on Instagram. “In broad day light again? Abeg forget that side Mr. Bolu, this beauty has seen uglier days.” I said to him, but my heavy and sad gaze fixed on my side view mirror. I don’t even remember the last time makeup touched this once beautiful face of mine. I didn’t want to give Mr. Bolu any hint that I was some damsel in distress who needed saving. I’m fine just the way I am.

He made no comment concerning what I said, but rather he asked, “Are you hungry? There is this place I know that serves breakfast at this time,”

I was about to tell him I wasn’t hungry but the loud growl from my stomach gave me away.
Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of a restaurant. He got us a table and we sat, waiting for the arrival of the meals we ordered for.

“Where were you coming from when I saw you?” he asked.

“Umm…Well…” I didn’t realize I was stuttering. I took a sip from the cold glass of water in front of me and said, “I went to get something from a friend just down the street.” but when I figured that when he saw me there was nothing with me I had to tell another lie to cover up the one I just told.


“But when I got to her place, the girl was not even there, and she was the one who told me to come at that time o can you imagine?” he didn’t seem like he was buying it. I was happy when the food finally arrived. I needed to shut up my mouth, plus my stomach was already in need of the food. The way he stared at me, catching glimpses of me as we ate, penetrating my soul with his stare made me turn away first. I blushed and quickly turned my head. We ate, we laughed, we talked, and I can’t even remember the last time I laughed this much. I was impressed with Bolu. He seemed like a really nice man but no, I wasn’t looking for feigned niceness any longer. When I looked up at the wall clock hung in front of me, I knew it was time for me to go. My mother would have already been talking, and I needed to get home to make lunch for Dare before he gets back.

“I need to go now.” I said to him with a sincere smile on my face. “Thank you for the food, my tummy is about to burst.” I said to him, laughing. He looked down at his plate when I said it was time for me to go. Was that disappointment I saw in his eyes? I shook my head as I wiped away all possibility.

“Okay then. I’ll drop you off.” he offered.

“I could just walk; it’s not a far distance anymore. You don’t have to bother yourself, I’m sure you have more important things to do this morning.” I was talking too much. Bolu simply called the waiter over, paid for our meals and took me by the hands as we walked out of the restaurant.

“You worry too much.” he stated as he opened his car for me. Before I could respond, he closed door.

When he dropped me off at my house, my sister was outside. She waved at him as he came out to open the door for me.

“Are you free on Friday night?” He asked. His question caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was saying yes to him.

“No… I mean yes.” I answered, embarrassed at my quick show of interest.

“I’m hosting a little something to thank my workers for their wonderful job. I’ll like for you to come…”

“So you can introduce me as the girl who makes those akara they loved?” I hissed. “Just forget it; find some other rich girl who would look perfect standing next to you.” I said to him.

“Whoa… Whoa... calm down, you’re taking this the wrong way.”

“Goodbye Bolu, and thanks for the meal.” I stated, sending him off. He got into his car quietly and never looked back.

“Hmm… Who was that?” Kate asked excitedly, as she rushed to meet me.


“Nobody! Mind your business.” I answered, wondering if I'd made a mistake by sending him off so harshly. We both stared at Bolu’s car as it slowly faded into the distance. 

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