I still could't tell why mama wasn't satisfied with anything i did. To back it all up she wasn't even trying to correct me or teach me how to do it better, so at least i could improve, what could i do? i want a close knitted family, i want us to be so close that people can't tell whose biological mother she was or did i want so much, wasn't it possible?.
Ben hadn't still arrived and mama was in the sitting room watching a movie all in a bid to keep awake to welcome him, on second thought he was usually home by 6:30 pm, latest 7 pm. I checked my time and it was past 9 pm, ooh lord, time was far gone, i felt cold all so sudden, i hope he was alright, i quickly reached for my phone and started dialing him, it kept ringing but he didn't pick up, i became more anxious and couldn't keep it to myself.
I rushed to the sitting room and told mama what i had just realized and my fears as he wasn't picking up, i could see the concern in her eyes, "what do you mean he's not picking" she replied reaching for her phoned to dial him but she got no response too, "my son ooh" she screamed. I saw a different side of her, she looked torn apart, i didn't know when i stretched out to hold her promising her he was just fine, at least i hoped he was, he was never the keeping out late type but whenever he had to, he always sent a message or better still a call, all these made my fear worse.
Paul also confirmed Ben had left the office for home and couldn't remember him mentioning any other plans. this was the fifth colleague i had called and none seemed to know his whereabouts and i sincerely did not know how to feel about this, mama on the other hand who was strong catholic had started serious prayers, and sincerely hoped it worked, i wasn't ready to be a widow....God forbid!!
Mama and i couldn't bat an eyelid as we watched out for every car or sound that could be our Ben; "ggrrrr, ggrrrr" went my phone, breaking the silence in the room and had me running to it, "let it be my son" mama cried out, indeed it was him, "babby!!" i yelled, i couldn't hold back the emotions i felt, "where are you, are you ok" i asked but the voice on the other end wasn't his, "good evening ma'am, this is, Dr Jon is this Mrs Daniel" oohh my lawd i could swear the world stopped for a moment, what had happened ooh no my fears can't be real, what has happened to my baby? i couldn't find words for a moment, "helo heloo" i had to respond i had to be strong for i and mama, where is your hospital i replied, reaching for my car keys.
The wait in the visitors hall was quite a long one, i realized everyone of us waiting had either fear or grief or hurt or relief on their faces depending on what situation had them waiting; "Mrs Daniel" i jumped up to my feet of course mine was fear of the unknown, mama still held on me tight not wanting me to leave her side, i felt accepted by her in the last few hour.
The joy and relief i felt had no bound, he was involved in an accident and sustained an injury which was not so deep but needed stitching and dressing, but he was fine, he was alive, he was still with me, i realized i was choking him with my hugs and kisses but please he had me all shades of worries, ooh my mama was still waiting, i quickly rushed to get her to his ward, her joy knew no bounds, she was dancing and singing all to the glory of God.
We both decided to sleep in the hospital by his side and just then we all realized we were starving so ordered Chinese, mama was no longer on my case somehow we got bonded by our pain... hahaha who knew it could be so
It all began on a cold Saturday morning, i woke up late as always, after trying to beat the Lagos traffic and failing of course, plus i had no work to rush to, i don't usually see any reason to run out of my bed but truthfully i love sleeping. I eventually had to leave my bed because one of my Yoruba friends had a birthday bash and she had earlier promised it would be fun, the next problem i had to tackle was finding an outfit to fit the occasion, ooh my! it gets me so confused that i always end up going later than i planned.
After a long search i settled with a crazy jean, black top and sneakers, yup i looked pretty nice although i had my natural hair packed to a bun, i needed to visit a saloon soon, but this would do for now. Ensuring all doors and windows were properly locked i left for my party. The crowd wasn't big so i could float around, just then i noticed a tall glass of chocolate was staring at me, (BTW i mean a dark skinned man) ooh my he was fine but of course we always have to front first, so i acted very occupied like i didn't notice him.
Finally he got some courage to walk up to me, he seemed nice and had a good command of English which makes it two scores on my list, i further learnt that night that he was an engineer and earned 8 figures annually (do the maths) plus he was a proper gentleman and had a brilliant dress sense, if you ask me he had serious potentials of being hubby (smiles).
To cut the long story short, we started dating officially a month later and of course had a lot fun together, he was simply amazing...... but i didn't see us getting married. As a girl i always dreamed of the moment i will meet "him", how he would propose, how we would plan our life together till forever and all that kinda stuff, but i never felt that way with him, i felt like i was settling or trying to play it safe, he was perfect but not perfect for me, he never gave me butterflies in my belly, he would make a good friend but not a good spouse, i couldn't see us living together, sharing our lives, space, family actually sharing everything but he seemed ok with us.
I once complained to my girls but they all said we looked perfect together but i didn't seem to see the picture they saw, he said yes to everything i wanted, it was always my way, but i don't want to be always right. This became my new worry
So i ask, how to do i say "i love you no more" when he/she has been nothing but an angel and remember the longer i stall the harder the break away, or could i learn to fall in love with him with time?? besides we have been together for six months.
A forth night later he invited me to this luxurious restaurant in Ikeja, they have the best pepper chicken, i noticed he was quiet and seemed like he had a lot on his mind, i tried talking him out of it but to no avail and finally he stood and took a knee..... o oo ooh my God was he about to propose? was he for me? am i ready? he spoke up, interrupting my thoughts, "baby, i loved you from the day i asked you to be my girl, i cant imagine going a day without hearing or being with you, i promise to make you happy and give you all i have, please marry me"
ooh my those were the loveliest words i have ever heard, but my head still asked "do you love him?" but sincerely i didn't think i did but how do i say i don't love you anymore or maybe i never did, i was pulled out of my thought by the voices whispering "say yes" just then i realized people in restaurant were all staring and some how i said yes.
Haloo,
I was in the comfort of my bedroom trying to enjoy the cool December breeze, you that feeling of a cold but not so cold breeze caressing your skin, then carries you to far away land that has no worries, responsibilities and all sort.... and of course he was there, with a grin on his face that rendered me helpless, who wouldn't be helpless? he was all a woman could ask for; ''gggrrrrrrr", i was jolted back to my room, ooh my who could that be, it had better be urgent because i needed to go back to my imaginations.
Checking my phone i realized it was anna calling, "Babe ha fa, can you talk" she said as i picked up, but she had an anxiety on her tone that got me worried and awake. "sure i can" i responded eager to hear what had her anxious, "tunde has moved our introduction again", i could hear the pain in her voice, "What!!!" i screamed, i couldn't believe he had the nerve to do that.
Tunde is an Electrical engineer who works in an international company and earns six figures, They dated for three years before he engaged her about 14 months ago. At first he was reluctant to go see her parents, we all tagged it cold feet and advised anna to give him some time to get used to being engaged to her first, which if you ask me wasn't so normal for guys who engage women.
Then weeks turned to months and now a year has gone past and he still hasn't gotten the balls to meet her parents. Anna had been quite understanding with him and didn't want to pressure him, but hell no he was trying all our patience, what was the essence of engaging her if you never had plans of marrying her, besides he is financially stable which is one of the major reasons why men slow down the marriage train.
She started sobbing on the phone, explaining how he started acting up when she confronted him on the stalling of her introduction. "he called me impatient, but am i impatient? i have waited for a year" she went on and on in tears, even on her thoughts of leaving him."if he can stall our introduction, what about our wedding?".
This got me thinking long and hard, what should be the maximum time a girl should wear an engagement ring before it turns to a handcuff ring?
What is worse is when he is not certain it is you before giving you the ring and ends up scaring away potential husbands with that big ring turn cuffs!!.
