First impressions are nonsense.
Let me tell you something.
Sometime last year, a guy intercepted me on my way out of
Tuwebiye Film Production, Abuja, and asked me out. Fine person! Tall and
chubby, just the way I like them...
Well, with my plenty home training, I turned him down politely and continued my
journey.
For where?! Oga continued following me o. He wanted to know
why? So I told him I had a boyfriend who loved and cared for me, and I wouldn't
want to break his heart.
"So can I have your number please? We could build a
platonic relationship. You seem nice and receptive."
I laughed.
Receptionist ni! See this one! In this time and age? All these guys that
like to follow backyard to collect somebody's investment... Better be kiafu!
Well, after much much, I gave Oga my number.
At some point, he began to call too much, asking for a date.
I blocked his line. Date ba, calendar ni!
Again, he resulted to text messages. I blocked that avenue too. Before I
knew it, WhatsApp and Facebook Chat haff start. I discovered him and quickly
blocked his hands off. Hian! π
Then one evening as I was trying to sleep, I heard a knock
on my door, and there He was. Standing. Smiling too. Very cute! Hian!
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"I love you." He replied.
Love who? Is like this one is high. Sharp sharp, I banged my door on his face, and went back
to sleep. But the picture of his stupid cute smiling face won't just leave my
head, no matter how much I covered myself with the blood of my boyfriend. God
abeg o!
Fast forward to some months later. I got into deep trouble.
Serious one. I felt I was gonna die from the effect. So I began to seek help.
From friends and foes alike.
Guess what? In a twinkle of an eye, I looked around and I
was standing alone. No boyfriend. No friends. Nobody. well some friends were
kind enough to stay afar and Cheer me up with loud tunes:
"Mariam, you can do this!"
"Imoh, e go better! God will see you through!"
"Imoh, you're a strong woman. Stay strong for us!"
"Mariam, fight! Keep your head above water! Don't give
up or give in, give down!"
Words. Words. Words. Everybody had one thing or the other to
say to me. They wanted me to be strong. To fight. To be this and that, but
nobody told me how. Nobody stood with me. Everything happened from a distance.
No help, no direction. Nothing.
Gradually, I slipped into depression. I became bitter. Angry
at anything and anyone. Tired. Drained. Distraught. Dejected. Almost insane.
At a point I attended every workshop/seminar. Listened to
therapists. Tried making new friends,
but still... nothing. I Sha gave up and withdrew myself from
civilization. I'd switch off my phones many times, to make sure I was the only
one in my space. I was alone.
A month later, I decided to jog on my street again. Had a
"funny" story to write, and needed to clear my head a bit, so I could
get in the mood.
As I jogged, I notice someone was also jogging from behind
me. "Lashe, stop. Stop!" He called.
Kpaji! Who told this stalker my name?! I was furious. When
he noticed I won't stop, he doubled his steps and caught up with me. I looked
at his face. Fine man. Same chubby person. Stalker Gorozo! Jersey and
boots...Designers. Imagine? Mtcheew! He's even
a bloody show off!
I rolled my eyes at him, and was about to continue my
journey, when I felt him grab me. Into an embrace. I wanted to fight, but I was
too tired to. Besides, the effect of the hug was seeping in. Very medicinal
something. Unashamedly, I warned myself: Aunty Lashe, you need this, camdan and collect.π
Gradually, I relaxed into him. Like I wanted to enter inside his body. Boom!
The tears came. I cried uncontrollably. Just as I was entering gear 1, shame
started catching me. See me hustling for hug from the broad shest of a man that
I have blocked on all platforms! Tueh!
As if Oga read my
thoughts: " Lashe, I see you. Cry
all you want. Baby, this broad chest was specifically designed for you. So you
better have fun and stop thinking nonsense."
In my mind, I was like: Lashe ke? Who told this one my name
is Lashe? Only family calls me that. How did he come up with such information?π
While he escorted me back after jogging, I told him some
things going on with me, I expected him to ask about my boyfriend and my
friends. Surprisingly, he didn't. Then I asked him why he wouldn't ask,
"Lashe, I am not here to judge you." He replied.
We got to my house and I bade him farewell.
"Please, let me stay small na. I want to spend time.
With you." He pleaded.
I refused. Because my house was a mess. shyness and shame
was killing me. Let it not be said among the brotherhood that my wife material
cannot sew bowtie. Agwatana e biyeni!
Again, as if he read my mind, he was like: I'd like to help
you clean up. We could do it together if you don't mind."
Ah! Hope this one is not a psychic sha. Sha... He came in.
He made breakfast. People, he can cook!!!! Oh! ππ
Together we arranged the entire house.
Also I noticed he was really
smart. Like he began to provide feasible solutions to all the puzzles I
struggled with. And... he even repaired my wall clock. Handy man! Just the way I like them.
I felt him open the door, so I begged him to stay a bit more. Shameless me!
"No, I'm here. I
can't leave you. Even when you can't see or feel me, I'm always here". He
replied.
Just as I was about to smile, he went; "Uhm, Babe, when
we were coming upstairs, I noticed a guy struggling to clean up his house
downstairs. Let me knock and see if he'd like some help. I'd be back. If you
miss me too much, Just close your eyes and say my name, for I AM in you.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my boyfriend,
Agwatana. The one whose love bankrupted Heaven for me and you.
I present to you a love that is real. Not sly. Not selfish.
Very childlike. And most times, outright ridiculous. Reckless, even.
A love without a plan
B.
I know we all have our reservations and stuff... but this
worked for me. He worked for me. And He can work for you too. From me, He's reaching out to you. You might
have blocked Him on all platforms, but He still stands at the door of your
heart. Knocking. You don't have to clean up your act or your house before you
let Him in. You don't need to impress him. He doesn't judge anyone.
He really wants to
help you like He helped me...but He won't badge into you. Nah... He's a gentle
God. Too refined for that.
Like me, you have to decide to open up th
e door and let Him in, yourself.
Happy Easter in Advance!!!
Okuma
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