FERANMI
Seeing the news of the death of Femi got me so happy that I had to scream out loud! Finally I had my life back, I thought to myself. Time to start a new life on a fresh page. To read for exam became more interesting even though I was still heartbroken. Anthony has refused to look back, an action I did not hold against him. I accepted my fate and decided to move on with my life like that.
Being single again felt really strange, after a long time relationship with Anthony which I ruined myself. I desperately wished he looked back and reconsider his love for me. But, guess it was too late already. I decided to move on with my life and just let go of everything in the past and let past remain past.
I was busy reading for the paper I was to have next day when it suddenly occurred to me that up till that very moment, Juliet was still nowhere to be found. Although a lot of people already assumed she was dead already after a long search for her that proved abortive, her parents put a very huge amount of money on finding her and still nothing good came out of it. If she was truly dead, it will pain me because it will mean she died not knowing who Femi really was. I brushed aside the thought and decided to quit reading at ODLT 1 to step outside for a fresh inflow of oxygen into my body system. Every step I took reminded me of Anthony, we have always done that together playfully but now I was left to do it all alone.
I did not have appetite but decided to get something to at least sustain me for the night such that my reading will not be hindered. So I decided to move closer to the women selling snacks at the just some meters away from my place of reading but changed my mind at the last minute to rather visit rotunda instead. Quickly I moved into the beautiful oval room where the battle of hunger is fought and won but to my surprise I met something different. Anthony was the guy at the counter attending to people who have come to buy food. I almost collapsed but I held myself tight to avoid creation of any scene. He saw me and immediately I saw his handsomeness radiate like never before. I felt really guilty and filthy but I summoned courage to use that short period of time to speak to him and at least listen to his voice again. I have always known Anthony to be a hustler who liked to work for every penny that entered his wallet. I have prevented his hand from getting dirty during the period of our relationship by getting him everything he needed as and when due, most times he will reject but I have always overpowered him, at some point it was getting into me and I was becoming proud but I quickly cautioned myself in order not to make him feel less of a man.
“Sister good evening, what do we offer you?” He said enthusiastically with the best lovely voice I have come to know on earth. My heart beat faster as I looked for words to utter.
“Oh let me guess, one spoon of jollof rice, one spoon of fried rice and one egg with as much plantain as possible right?” at that point I could no longer hold my tears as he listed my exact regular order every time we have come to eat outside if I did not cook. Every attempt to hold the tears failed as words continued to fail me still. He handed over the ticket to me, and called for the next person, directing me to another guy that will serve me the food. Instead of serving it inside plate, I requested for a take away which properly done.
Just when I thought it was all over, the healing wound just got punctured all over again.
©ABSOL
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