Thursday, March 10, 2016

Waiting On Bolaji - Part 1

She went ahead and bought the perfect mermaid white dress. He hadn’t asked, and she hadn’t said yes, but she knew it was coming. It had to be coming, she convinced herself as she looked at the mirror, smoothing the white dress to her figure. Eight years with him, and three abortions; she thought it was time for him to be ready. The last time she’d gotten pregnant, he’d said they couldn’t bring a child into this world when they were still trying to be one. And in his exact words, “We are not ready.” How long does it take for a man to be ready, she asked herself frustrated with her love life? They were not getting any younger––I am not getting any younger! Uwa threw the seven thousand dollars wedding dress on the bed in annoyance and hissed.

They called her Uwa the dreamer for a reason and soon she felt he would soon join them in mocking her. She had to do something fast and do it now before another girl from nowhere cease her man of eight years. She picked up her cell phone to call him, and in the same instant, a call came through. It was Bolaji; the only man who could make her heart skip a beat.

“Hey babe, what’s up? I was about calling you.”

“Hey we need to talk, can we meet up at Sandy’s at seven tonight?” She sensed an unsettling urgency in his request.

“Okay sure, but calm down, what’s going on? You’re back in town already?”

“Babe just do as I said okay? No questions.” He hung up.

Uwa stared at the white dress on her bed and then back at her phone. She was on duty this evening, and the restaurant wasn’t a quick five minutes’ drive either. But she was who she was, the girl who could make the impossible possible for the man she loved. She dialed her co-worker’s number.

“Hey Kerry, I got a favor to ask.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

“I know we’ve gone through this before but can you cover for me tonight? I promise it will be the last time.”

“Gurrl…that was what you said last time but anyway, my man canceled on me tonight so I guess I can make some extra dollars in my pocket. Oh, remember those shoes we saw at the store the other—” Uwa hung up immediately, not up for a chit-chat; she only had an hour to get ready and be on the road to meet her man.

At exactly 6:30 p.m.; she was on the road in my new SUV, the one Bolaji bought for her after her last abortion. The drive to the restaurant was tiring; thanks to the evening traffic. She was sweating the hell out of her dress and her cover girl foundation. She turned on her A.C. Uwa lost count on how many times she honked her horn that evening. Everyone was a distraction to the meeting she’d somehow convinced herself was the meeting she’d but been praying to God for all her life.

Before stepping into the restaurant, she pulled out her emergency makeup kit, the one ever girl should have from the back seat of her car. She looked into her rear view mirror one last time to make sure every little detail was on point before walking into the restaurant. When he saw her, he painful smile graced his face. Uwa let out a deep breath, reassuring herself that this was it! Then she cat-walked to where he was sitting; making him the envy of all the men present in the elegant restaurant.

 “You kept me waiting.” he said, drawing out a chair for her like a real gently man.

“Now you know that when you asked me to move to Memphis with you, leaving Atlanta behind that the traffic here was hell.” She said teasingly and pulled him closer to herself by his tie and gave him a long kiss. “You missed that didn’t you?” she was about going in for a second round when he pulled away from her.

“Uwa,” he wiped her lipstick off his lips, “I came for something more important. I don’t know how to say this but its better if I just get it over with.”

“But okay, after a drink you can begin.” She needed something to prepare herself for what she hoped was coming. She raised her hand up to grab the attention of a waiter but slowly let her hand fall when she heard him laugh quietly.

“Wait, do you think this is a joke? Do you think I came here to play?” he asked edgily.

See me see wahala o. “I don’t know, but you seem to be the only one laughing here.” she hissed. “Anyway, how was your visit back to Atlanta?” He had businesses to deal with there. He’d spent two weeks in Atlanta, and as much as Uwa was excited to have him back, she wasn’t fond of the way he was hustling her tonight.

“Atlanta,” he sighed, “that’s what I want to speak to you about.”

“Well get on with it, did your business there not go well? I thought your clients were very interested in the house…”

“It was more than okay but.” He paused. “Three days ago,” he began and Uwa sat back to listen.

“Three days ago, a girl came to me and said that I got her pregnant.” He dropped the bomb.

“Oh,” she heard his words echoing in her head. It wasn’t exactly the proposal she’d been expecting. “Bola come on now, what’s all this?” she asked, hoping, wishing, and praying that the bomb he’d thrown was some sort of April fool’s joke. His silence confirmed her worse fear.

“Baby say something.” He said, stretching his hands forward on the table, seeking for hers. Uwa couldn’t formulate words with her mouth to say to him. What did he want her to say? It was as if someone had poured cold water down her head, she became stiff as a rock and cold as ice.

After a minute of staring into space in search of what to say to him, she whispered, “Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you sleep with her?” she asked, choking on her words.

“Yes but—” before he could finished, she slapped him dirtily on his face.
“It was just a one night—” Without letting him finish again, she slapped him for the second time that night and said, “You bastard, how many times do you think it took for you to get me pregnant?”



  1. Nice story. You made a mistake where you wrote 'the one ever girl should have' . It should be every. Also where you wrote ' he painful smile grazed his face'. Keep up the good work. I know it's not easy to write.

  2. this is another blockbuster story :)


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