Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 10

6 years ago

Must Read: My Friend, Her Boyfriend And I - Season 1 - Episode 10

I la!d on my bed and glared at the ceilings. One thing my mother hated so much and thought us all to hate was “blame”. When you make a mistake, my mother believed you should take responsibilities of your actions, not blame others or blame yourself for that matter and most importantly, don’t let anybody blame you.
She would say, “oti shele oti shele noni yen, solution ni koje kawa”. So I wasn’t blaming myself or Tola either. I evaluated my life, I reflected on what I have done and I came to these conclusions. I did not regret sleeping with Kunle, he showed me myself, I enjoyed myself and discovered myself. I really didn’t love Niyi, so that he left me wasn’t the big deal but under the condition that we parted. I really don’t like hurting people. If the truth should be told, I never knew Niyi loved me, at least not as much as he wanting me to be his wife. When I thought of the ring again, my heart broke again. But what I regretted most was telling the truth! I mean, what was I thinking of? That he will just pardon me and forgive me and say, “go and sin no more?” I was a big fool. I smacked myself on the head for being such an idiot. I looked at my bedside table, the champagne must have lost its coolness. I moved to the bottle, I opened it.

‘Puhar!’ It popped.

‘Adejoke! You sour mess this one up, you know?’ I said loudly to myself. I took the bottle to my mouth and started drinking.
Gradually I became drunk. The last thing I remembered was texting, “I’m sorry” to Niyi.

I stirred in my bed, I opened my eyes gently, I tried to stand up but my head was heavy and aching. The event of the day before came to me in flashes, I covered my eyes with my hand and groaned,

‘Gggrggghmmm.’ Heartbreak and hangover was really a bad combination. I tried to get up again but this time gently and gradually. My head was pounding like hell, it was as if ten people were drumming on my head. I struggled to the bathroom, I sat down on the floor, I opened the water faucet on my head, the water rushed down to me, I embraced it. I was there for over five minutes, when I got up, I felt better. I wrapped my head in a towel and put on a short gown. I walked into the kitchen and fresh smell of coffee greeted me. It was pleasant to the nose, I badly needed a cup of it. Tola was at the stove preparing something, she turned to me as I walked into the kitchen.

‘Morning sweetheart. Sosun dada?’ She greeted me with a patronizing smile.

‘Morning ma. Can I have some coffee?’ I asked touching my aching head. I noticed none of us put “good” into our morning.

‘Well you can have some coffee but after you’ve drank a cup of water and this aspirin.
With all the alcohol you consumed last night, I’m sure your head must be aching.’ I didn’t bother to argue, I took the water and the drugs, then she gave me a cup of coffee.

We sipped our coffee in silence for a while the Tola said,

‘Hnmn, Joke, do you really hate me?’ I stared at her. Why would she ask me such question? Maybe she thought I blame her for what happened?

‘I don’t hate you Tola, and I don’t blame you, I take full responsibility for my action ok?

Please let’s stop talking about what happened, it’s depressing enough without us talking about it.’ She came over to where I sat and hugged me,

‘You said you hate me when you were drunk last night when I entered your room… I was scared,’ she told me.

‘Oh dear, I’m so sorry, it was the alcohol talking, I love you, ok?’ I hugged her back. She went over to the stove and opened the pot.
Rich smell of porridge, which was my best food filled the air, my stomach rumbled. It was obvious I would get spoilt for the next one week at least, I planed to enjoy it. We ate and discussed other issues, avoiding my break up like a diseases.

The days went by slowly, but I filled it with lots of work. It was a miserable week for me. It didn’t occur to me that Niyi dominated my life. I felt so empty. I couldn’t ping him, I couldn’t call.

My hand was itching. I would have started calling him then I would loose confidence and cut the call, on three occasions I hid my number and called him. He picked and said “hello” but I didn’t talk. It felt good and sad to hear his voice. I longed for his arms around me, for his sweet words to soothe me. For his wonderful kisses. I wanted to share my new found sexuality with him, but I could not. He was gone. Though I filled my days with work, I was moody at work, I was short tempered which was unlike me, I had zero tolerance for any mistake made by anyone around me. Everyone knew something was wrong with me, I only cheer up at home for Tola’s sake so that she wouldn’t feel bad. She tried to draw me into life again, trying to take me out and all do all those women stuff I should to do when I break up with my boyfriends, but I wouldn’t get drawn. I didn’t have the, strength, energy and interest. I even lost my just found Sekxual experience. I was not Hot, and when I get Hot I don’t have the energy to rub myself. I relied heavily on drugs and alcohol to sleep. I really don’t know why I missed him that much, I thought I didn’t love him but with the rate of which I was missing him, I was confused but I convinced myself that I was missing from habits. Days turned into weeks gradually and I began to regain myself. I would smile at little things. I don’t get jealous or angry when I see lovers on the street anymore. I decided to move on. I spoilt myself a bit. Went to a body shop and had a full body massage from a Sekxy guy. I hand manicure and pedicure. I did my facials. I went shopping. In short I became “chicky” again, the only thing missing was my S£x drive.
To complete my healing process, I decided to spend the weekend with my mum. I called her Thursday evening and told her I was coming over. She was delighted and promised to make my best soup, okro.