“At this point, I may end up marrying your brother” Lota yelled into my ears. We were at an exclusive club inside the Four Point hotel thanks to KC. I looked at Lota, smiled and continued my conversation with KC “did you hear what I said?” Lota screamed into my ear again; she was drunk and a drunken Lota was something else.
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.
As I rushed into my clothes to the house I wondered what could have gone wrong; did she find him with another woman? But that wouldn’t warrant a 5:00 am call from Lota. My mind ran through a list of the most abominable things he could have done to her to call with tears by this time but I couldn’t settle on anything.
I didn’t want to tell her that I wanted to pursue a career as a television personality; I mean she already knows that I have some flare for entertainment but she doesn’t know how serious it is. “Mummy, don’t worry everything will work out in the end” I said as if she was the one who quit her job. “Better get your act together and fast. You are twenty seven years old. You are not a baby anymore” she declared and left my room.
Of course, I didn’t go back to where I was coming from; I went to my desk and waited for the meeting to finish before going to see her privately in her office. The meeting was over before I finished planning what to tell her and the anxiety that had been bothering me all morning went to another level; this time my palms were sweating and my hands were shaky.
“They call you Mr. Balami here?” I asked when the call was over. He looked at me and shrugged “It’s my name, isn’t it?” “It is” I replied trying to control my racing heart to slow down.
When I entered my room, the whole conversation felt surreal; like it didn’t happen but it did. So Abdul didn’t marry Kate after all, I didn’t know how to feel; I was neither happy nor sad. I just couldn’t believe how that day went and eventually turned out.
Anyway, here I was in my room resisting myself from calling Abdul to find out if he actually went through with the wedding. I checked on all social media platforms to see if anyone posted about Abdul and Kate getting married but I didn’t see anything. I was tempted to think that it was because the wedding didn’t happen but I restrained myself from such thoughts.
There was a moment of silence “why do you like playing with my emotions, why are you so fucking mean?” I was still very upset and all my effort to speak to him calmly was unsuccessful. “I swear to God, I am not here to play with your emotions” he begged “leave God out of this, he is not the one who told me that he loves me and went off to marry someone else” “Asari please”
I wondered what he came to tell her that he couldn’t discuss with her on the phone but I ignored it allowing my imagination to convince me that he was there to see me but had to come up with a reason to come to my office but I was totally wrong. Because he came there to invite my boss for his wedding curtesy of his father who is one of our most important customers in that bank.
The moment I heard the words “the accused has been found guilty as charged” my heart went into a rampage, my mother and the Minister of Women Affairs with some other people in the court who I don’t know started rejoicing but I just sat there shaking like a leaf in the wind. I looked over at Mr. Adesiji expecting him to curse me with his eyes and to my very shock; he mouthed the words “I’m Sorry”.
Things like “Am I ever going to achieve my goals and ambitions in life?” “I hate my job” or “I’ll never be good enough to get a very good hosting job” or things about your marital status and don’t even get me started on that. The pressure to get married at my age is insane and I am not even up to thirty years old yet; so I can’t imagine what unmarried women in their thirties are going through.
As I put the phone back to face my wine, my phone started ringing again and it was him. I couldn’t answer, I was scared to. What did he want, for me to congratulate him? What if he tells me the reasons he couldn’t be with me? What would I say? I just knew that I was not going to be able to get through a call with him
One of the toughest things I’ve ever had to do in my life was sit in the same car with the minister of women affairs and pretend to be a sane person; when in fact I had gone partially insane. I looked at the twitter profile of the person who posted about Abdul’s engagement and it was someone I didn’t know. I began to ponder and wonder how that person ended up on my timeline; because it was neither a retweet
I used to think that life is or was supposed to be straight forward; all I had to do was follow the rules, rules set by the society. I thought that if I followed the rules of going to school and facing my studies, I was going to get my dream job.
The minister instead told the DPO to do his job or she takes it to federal level; but he didn’t listen. He kept persuading her to drop the case and even made the mistake of involving the Minister of the F.C.T. He thought the F.C.T Minister could use his power to make her drop the case but the opposite was the case.
would like to say that things have escalated past the last time I told you about my twitter situation and I had to come clean to my family especially my mother
I looked at him with ice that could melt an ice mountain and walked away; but not without noticing how handsome he was and the way a section of his grey beards punctuated his face.
As we talked about our life ambitions, forgetting the cold morning and the harsh feeling it left on our skin; a car hit us from the back. It happened so quickly that the force of the impact sent me to the front seat while Jerry’s face was buried in the air bag.
It was supposed to be a perfect day, the day he was supposed to tell me he loved me and wanted to be with me; but it all went south so quickly. I woke up to a very long message from him telling me to forget about what he said earlier about the feelings he has for me. My heart went back from being a whole to a million pieces as I read the message.
It was really awkward at first because of the way we last left things but gradually we eased into a conversation. Just for him to say the following words “Asari, I think I am in love with you too” words I would have killed to hear a few weeks ago
I was sad, I was sad because I had just made a fool of myself to make a man jealous; a man who was happy with the girl he was with and probably didn’t give a fuck… it made me feel deeply sad and worthless… like I wasn’t good enough. I forced Bolanle to put me in a cab, I wanted to be alone; his questions were too much for me to handle.
