…final…..Episode
You never know what you have till it’s
gone and then comes back and it’s gone
again. Only then would you feel so
miserable, worn out, confused,
unhappy and sit in front of the
television watching crappy Nollywood
movies while you eat ice cream and
cake.
I laughed at a terrible scene in the
movie I’m watching, my stomach is so
big at the moment I can be
mistakened for a pregnant woman in
her first trimester. I don’t care; I’m too
messed up emotionally to give a damn
care about that.
My phone rang and without checking I
knew who it was – David.
He’s been calling since I angrily left his
house some minutes ago and came to
mine where I have been purposely
ignoring.
I had cried about Micheal, grabbed my
things, called my cabman and left the
house without saying a goodbye to
David. Now he is calling. He’d sent me
series of messages on BBM and
Whatsapp but I’ve ignored them all
after reading – Every single one of
them.
I know I should be stronger but I also
know deep down that the only time I
will be stronger is when I know that
the wedding ceremony is over and
Micheal has been married to someone
else.
That’s when I’d know it’s all over, pick
the pieces of my heart and move on.
David called again and for the
hundredth time, I ignore him.
As the end credits roll in the movie
that I’ve busied myself with in the last
120minutes, I mutter a little prayer that
in a saner moment I’d never have said,
“God, if he’s truly mine and he would
make me very happy, please bring him
back. But if he isn’t, please let
Linda have him forever”
_________________
I stare at David as he picks his words
carefully, while apologizing for his
indiscretion the night before.
“I am very sorry Rebecca… “ He said,
trying to hold my hands which I made
impossible for him as I fold them
across my chest.
“Rebecca…” He called, surprised that I
still won’t respond to his apology.
“For how long have you been thinking
about being friendzoned?” I asked,
stressing the word friend-zone with so
much irritation.
What in the world is David doing using
that word where we are concerned
anyway? I still find the word extremely
ridiculous!
“Listen Rebecca, I’m sorry. I didn’t
mean it. I love that you are my friend, I
adore what we have and I don’t want
to ruin it. Just let’s forget this as hard
as it may be” he responded.
I nod slowly. I’ve been with
David many times and he’s never been
that way. Whatever happened to him
last night i just have to forgive him..
He’s still my best friend though and
last night isn’t enough to kill what we
have but I certainly will need time
away from him. Time to let last night
totally fizzle out and have no effect on
our amazing friendship.
I glance nervously at my wristwatch; it
is 11am. The wedding service should
have started by now and Micheal and
his bride would soon be joined
together in holy matrimony. My heart
beats faster and my pulse quickens as it
occurs to me that I have to move on
and continue with life without Micheal,
maybe later on i could give David a
chance to clear of Micheal’s memory..
Hard as it may be though, I am willing
to give it a try. Or better still maybe I
can bury my head and work the way I
did when Micheal walked away a year
ago? I had buried my head in my
writing and it had been rewarding,
exceedingly rewarding. The award
plaques that decorate my bedroom are
the physical proof of that. Maybe that
can happen again.
I grab my purse, phone, and house
keys, get on my feet and smile at David.
“I’m going home” I said to him, ready
to leave the pizza place we have been
for an hour.
“Let me drive you home” he said and I
shook my head.
“No”. Then I walk towards the exit and
he follows me.
As he follows me outside, his words to
me were, “Come on Rebecca, if you
think I’d let you go home by yourself
when I’m here, rethink that well oh”
To which I respond, “my cab man will
be here soon”
“Tell him you aren’t going to need him
and let me take you home” he said
firmly and I eventually nodded. I
nodded simply because people are
beginning to recognize him and are
now staring. And I also know in no
time they’d grab their cameras/phones
and begin to snap away without
knowing what exactly is going on. And
in minutes there’d be some ridiculous
news/article on every blog in the
country.
So because of that purpose I agreed so
we don’t give people unnecessary
news.
By the time we get to my house in
thirty minutes, I have forgiven David
and I have decided Micheal and
Linda are meant to be.
_____________________
Watch a crappy low budget Nollywood
movie alone and it’s not so funny,
watch it with your best friend and it is
so damn hilarious.
David and I share food and drinks as
we watch yet another silly movie on TV
some four Saturdays later.
“You know, if you’d ever acted in any
of these, we wouldn’t have been
friends” I say to him as I put in my
mouth yet another slice of pizza.
“And if you’d ever written any of those
we would never have met!” He replies
as we both shake our heads and find
another scene to laugh at. “Thank
heavens for good Nigerian movies, they
give hope.” He adds and I can’t help
but agree more.
After a few more scenes, David faced
me and said “Thank you”
I am utterly confused as I watch the
serious expression that accompanies
the apology, “what’s going on David?
What am I being thanked for?” I
inquire.
“This. Us” he replies and it dawns on
me that I might actually know what
he’s referring to. He’s thanking me for
giving us another chance after that
friend-zone saga.
But surely, David knows he’s one of my
favourite people in the world and I
wouldn’t trade him even for a pair of
gold studded heels?
“Oh well, I couldn’t leave you friendless
in this cold world” I answer, smiling as
I watch my smile infect him.
“I appreciate that. Let’s make sure this
never ends” he adds and then says “I
love you very much. Never forget that”
I nod and place a kiss on his forehead.
This friendship means a lot to me and
this moment has made me realise no
matter what happens, this man would
always be my best-friend.
“I got you” I mouth his own lines back
at him.
He laughs and settles back in his place
beside me while we continue to watch
TV.
My doorbell rings and disturbs us and I
grumble. I hope it’s not one of my
poke-nosing neighbour or the lady that
just moved into the compound ringing
my doorbell. If it is the former, I’d be
happy to stare at his/her face while he
says whatever but if it is the latter, I’d
know she came to stare at David again
and make a fool of herself as usual and
I’d certainly dismiss her.
When I make it to the door however, I
realise that it is neither of the two
people and the most unexpected
visitor.
I gape at him in shock.
___________________
My mind plays the events of the last
two months and I can’t believe the
massive turn of events, from arriving
in Ado-Ekiti for the wedding that never
happened, to returning to Lagos with a
freshly broken heart, to discovering
Micheal at my doorstep four weeks
after and now to dealing with the result
of chasing him away.
As the plane I boarded from Ghana
lands at the Muritala Muhammed
International Airport Lagos, I grab my
bag absent-mindedly and stroll towards
the arrival lounge of the airport.
I have been in Ghana for two weeks
and as at the time the offer had come
for me to come write a script there for
an upcoming movie, I had taken it to
be rid of Micheal’s apologies and my
messed up emotions. I had felt so angry
at him for never giving us the most
deserved second chance we needed
before finding Linda and complicating
things and at myself for still loving him
so damn much.
Now, I know that I have purged myself
of the anger and heartbreak I felt and
I’m strong enough to live life again but
somehow I feel like Micheal is gone
forever.
At least I chased him away this time. I
hadn’t let him explain anything to me
on the eve of his wedding that never
was and I hadn’t let him explain
anything to me four weeks ago.
He’d sent mails about how Linda’s
father had collapsed that morning and
everyone had been in such a frenzy and
how it had made Linda yell out and ask
that the wedding be put on hold and
how it had occurred to him that if he
didn’t walk then, he’d regret it forever.
His words were;
…It dawned on me that it was the only
time I had to walk and make a decision.
If I didn’t walk then, I would never
have the chance to walk again and I
would forever doubt the decision of
making Linda my wife.
His mum had called me and after the
first call when she’d told me the
wedding never happened and why, I
had ignored all her other calls.
I needed to think.
I mean even Micheal said he didn’t let
me know immediately the wedding was
cancelled because he needed the four
weeks to think. He needed to be sure I
was who he wanted and he wasn’t
being emotional about it all.
According to him, Linda had flown out
of the country telling him she never
wanted to see him again and she knew
he wasn’t the one.
But now that I have chased him away
and he barely speaks to me anymore,
what is left? I don’t even know if he’s
left the country…
As I slowly walk through the crowd of
people at the airport, I tell myself it
would be okay and I’d be stronger for
it and that maybe I’d make it into a
movie one day. After all, I’m an award-
winning writer yeah?
I smile sadly and look towards the exit
where I hope to see my mother waiting
to pick me up, but what I see instead
is, a young couple in a tight embrace,
apparently saying their goodbyes and
my heart stops beating for a moment. It
is so wonderful that they are happy
and I wonder for a minute if I’d ever
be truly happy with the man I marry. If
I won’t just be settling for him because
the only one I ever truly loved might
just be gone forever.
I try to look past them and I became
momentarily weak because of the
person I saw standing behind them.
He is looking at me, smiling uncertainly
as if scared I might not smile back and
waiting there as if he’s been expecting
me.
“Micheal” I mutter, telling myself this is
something from a movie. I didn’t tell
him about my flight schedule. Who
could have done that? And I answer my
question myself because I know who it
is – my mother.
She knew my flight schedule and she
was supposed to pick me up.
He inches closer and holds me close in
a very warm embrace. Tears gather in
my eyes as I hold him dear, afraid to let
him go…again.
As we ride home together in the back
of the cab we picked at the airport, we
hold hands, my head on his chest and a
smile on my face, knowing deep down
inside that this is going to be one
happily ever after. All we need to do is
take one step at a time and we’ll
forever be fine.
-The End-
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