“You are early” I said “so are you” he replied. Looking at him alone already broke my heart; I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t wait to order and have a pleasant conversation before discussing the main issue that brought us there and so I went straight to the point.
Browsing: Asari
Life of a mid-twenties Abuja girl called Asari, My life, my love, my fails, my tears, my joys, and all that is mine. I am Asari, and this is my life.
What is the question that I wanted to ask him? I wanted to ask him if what we were doing was leading anywhere; I wanted to ask him if marriage was something that he saw for us. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask him that question because I felt that it was going to make me look like I was desperate for marriage.
“I am very happy for her… I mean it is good news but I won’t lie, I am a bit jealous” Lota confessed “don’t worry you are next” I replied as if I was a psychic “between you and I, you are most likely next” she said firmly and it made me wonder.
He came to my office yesterday to see me but I managed to escape… gosh… I am really a coward. Don’t get me wrong oh, I am going to talk to him eventually but am not ready to yet. Rather, I haven’t grown the balls to talk to him yet… hence the being a coward.
Ashezi, Lota and I were invited for a game night by an acquaintance of ours; her name is Linda and she lives in London but she comes to Nigeria once a year to see her folks. And every time she is around, you can bet that something crazy will happen.
Growing up, asides the dream I had for myself; my mother dreamed for me too… she used to tell me that she couldn’t wait for me to grow up and meet an amazing man, fall in love and get married. She always told me that my wedding day would be one of her happiest days.
Why do I feel like Job? Not because any kind of plaque befell me or god tested my loyalty or something but only because everything I feared was going to happen in the past week happened. And now I don’t know what to do… I know what I want to do but I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do
He laughed and we had a nice conversation… like a really nice conversation; let’s just say that the conversation made me remember the Abdul I fell in love with in the first place. I wanted to ask him why he was calling so much but I just decided to let it go.
You know what? I don’t need to get to that in a minute; I chose white because that colour represents happiness. I know I know you are probably disputing me thinking that the colour that represents happiness is yellow… well not to Asari.
Maybe all the stressful back and forth I went through with Abdul has got me thinking that love is supposed to hard; asides what I went through with Abdul, when you look at life, the society, songs, and even movies… we are all told that love is hard which is hard because after telling us that love is hard; we are then told that a life without love is incomplete which is funny as hell.
I didn’t reply the message, not replying his message would send a strong message to him that I am not interested and then he would finally get the message that I am not interested but that was not the case; instead, he called me.
“There is nothing wrong with them calling you to tell you that you didn’t get the job, I just thought that they usually send an email for such” “damn it!” I thought. My mother was absolutely right… companies usually send a rejection email, like if they employed one person out of five hundred applicants; I don’t think they have the time to call four hundred and ninety-nine people just to tell them that they did not get the job. Oh well, there was no backing down now; I had to stick to the story I had told my mother.
This past week, I just wanted to leave the house for change and not be left at home by everyone go out to do something with their lives. I wanted them (my mother) to stop coming to my room every morning on her way to work to “check” on me and ask me fifty billion times if everything was okay with me.
“Alright” he threw his hands up and turned to walk away “what do you want me to say?” I asked hopelessly “’I miss you too’ could be a start” he replied without hesitation and I found myself being drawn back into my shell. After another thirty seconds of silence, obviously frustrated by my reaction “alright, I will leave since that is what you want” but he didn’t turn to leave which was an expression to the fact that he didn’t want to leave.
I was home alone, so there was no one at home to drag me out of bed and shake me out of my birthday blues. My parents, in their desperation to make me happy again; left the house for me the previous night “throw a party with your friends… invite anybody you want to invite. And if you need anything, we are one call away” my mother announced as my father handed me a ward of cash.
The next day, I decided that instead of inviting Lota to come out with me, I was going to invite myself to her house and see what she says; I did and she told me to come over. That dispelled my suspicion until thirty minutes to the time I told her I was coming over “please accept my apology… I just realized that I promised to help my boss with something” she explained over the phone.
She was already packing her things when I went back to the room “I’m sorry” was all I could say. She looked at me “if you didn’t want me to come, you shouldn’t have offered” “no no no. It’s not that I didn’t want you to come” “then what was it?” this conversation didn’t stop her from packing. In my mind I believed that if I let her leave then she was still upset with me.
Since Ashezi did not give me any solution to my problem and Lota was still not taking the hint; I decided to go to google. They say that you have no looked everywhere if you did not look at google; I took my phone, went to my google app, and typed in “How to get your friend to stop doing the chores in your house” and to my surprise a lot of results came out.
After thirty minutes of my morning routine, I decided to go out of my room in search of my friend just to make sure that she didn’t wake up early in the morning and bolt. As I entered the living room, I noticed that the living room was spotless and smelled of house fragrance but again… I didn’t pay much attention until I entered the kitchen and there she was; my friend, Lota.
After the rooftop incident, I don’t think I left the hotel room to anywhere apart from the hotel gym… yes, I started working out and I discovered a new love for the steam room. There is something about the steam room that makes you feel very relaxed afterwards
“But this is still bad, we were supposed to be the ones babysitting Lota and making sure that this didn’t happen to her” Ashezi was very sad about us waking up on the rooftop of the hotel; “why so sad?” was all I wanted to ask her but no time for all that touchy feely stuff “shit happens, so let’s hold our heads high and leave this place. Please” I was becoming desperate… the sun was rising real quick.
