What? So the caller was not Evelyn, when would this boy stop his annoying pranks?
“Why did you hide your number?” she asked, he had nearly given her a heart attack.
“My number is not hidden joor, I called you earlier you did not pick, where are you?” he inquired.
“For your information your number is hidden. I’m in the hostel, what’s up?”
“I wanted to give you a material, can you come out?”
“Give me five minutes, I’ll meet you outside.”
“Sit down, I ought to be on my way to the shop. But we really need to talk.” Felicia said to her daughter while seating on the bed.
Omoye sat on a stool opposite the bed her mother sat on.
“Omoye, your father would arrive anytime soon. As far as I know the business meeting he went for ends today, don’t think I’m chasing you oh, I’m not.
I’m just bothered because it appears you are confused. I’m a woman and I know all is not well and your method of approach is equally wrong.”
“Erm, mummy I don’t understand…” Omoye replied.
“No no, don’t interrupt me just let me get my point across, its obvious you have issues with your ermm, do I call him your boyfriend or your husband now? Since he never came to ask for your hand in marriage?”
“Don’t interrupt, I’m not proud of the mistake you made years ago and I’m equally not proud of how you are handling the situation now.”
She coughed and continued, “When life presents you with problems and challenges, running away from them is not the solution. Stand and confront your problems, confront your fears. Something tells me this has to do with another woman.”
“Who told you mummy?” she asked, she had not expected to start the day with this mother to daughter talk but it seemed something good would come out of it.
“I thought I asked you not to interrupt, nobody told me anything. Let me tell you a secret, when you were about six years ago, your father started acting strange,” she sighed and shook her head.
Omoye looked at her mother, why did her mother’s eyes look like the lacrimal glands were full and ready to secrete? Did her father cheat on her mother in the past?
“Mummy, I want to know, please tell me” she said while sitting beside her mother on the bed, it would be better if she did not see her mother’s tears.
Felicia sniffed, “Of course, I’ll tell you. I discovered your father was seeing another woman, the day I found out I left the house and went to my mother’s place. My father was late, but thank God for your grandma, may their souls rest in peace.”
“Amen,” Omoye replied, if her ears were functioning properly, it meant she was applying the same tactics her mother applied years ago. Blood was really thicker than water.
“You see, my mother sent me back immediately, she told me I was being foolish by allowing another woman gain complete access to my man. If something is yours, you fight for it, you don’t run away from your problems. If you run, no matter how long you stay away from the problem, it will still remain a problem until you take care of it.”
Omoye nodded, she was really being foolish. What if it was the lady that was seducing Osagie? Or what if Osagie had decided to have fun in Lagos? She did not know what really happened, all she knew was that it hurt so much that another woman had gained access to her man.
“Omoye, I should have sent you back that first day like my mother did, but I’ve missed you, I saw it as a good opportunity for me to spend time with you and my grandson. Just think things through and know that you have the power to choose, whatever choice you make, it is entirely upto you.”
She stood from the bed and adjusted her wrapper, “One more thing, all my friends have gone for their children’s wedding. You are my only child, please give me the joy of seeing you properly wedded. I’m off to the shop, I’ll see you when I get back.”
Felicia picked her purse which was on the table and carried a blue nylon bag, she checked the standing mirror to see if her scarf was still in place.
She was about to leave the room when Omoye spoke,
“Thank you Mama,” she turned and smiled at her daughter while nodding slightly.
Omoye lay on the bed, she had switched off her phone for days, Osagie would be worried in Lagos and he did not even know she knew about his two-timing, she brought out her phone from her bag and switched it on.
Minutes later, she received a text from Rosie. What? Osagie was in Benin? When did he arrive? And Rosie had told him about her visit to Lagos?
She was thinking of a way to address the whole mess when her phone began to ring.
Well, speak of the devil, Osagie was calling her, pressing the green button suddenly became a herculean task, what would she tell him over the phone?
She was still contemplating on picking the call when it ended, she sighed, it was better they talked later. Minutes later her mother’s words came to mind, face your problems.
Enough of the running, she picked her phone and dialled Osagie’s number.
She was going to get her man back.
Dami greeted the hostel porter standing by the door, came out and scanned the area outside her hostel. Now where could he be?
Her phone rang,
“Hello, where are you?”
“I’m at yem-yem, I’m coming now.”
She hung up and sat by a corner, barely two minutes later she saw him walking towards her direction.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hi,” she responded, “so you later confirmed that your number was hidden, right?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “I never knew it was hidden, so who is this Evelyn that got you worked up?” he said while sitting beside her.
“What about the materials?” she asked with her hands stretched.
Ore gave her the materials, why was she dodging the question?
Did this Evelyn have anything to do with her mood swing?
“Thank you, when did the lecturer release this?” she asked.
“Two hours ago I guess. I happened to meet the class rep and I begged him to allow me make two copies.”
Dami smiled, “thanks, this one you are being nice,” she nudged him playfully.
“I’m always nice,” he looked at her, couldn’t she see how much he cared about her? He did not like this Dami, he wanted the old Dami back. He wanted her to confide in him, he wanted to help her solve her problems, why was she determined to carry her burdens alone?
“Dami, you are yet to answer me.” he said.
“How?” she asked
“Tell me about Evelyn, I’m sorry, I mean, its not a must you tell me but please I want to know.” he pleaded.
“Ore the gentleman,” she teased, “really its nothing serious, thank you.”
Ore scratched his hair, if she did not trust him enough to confide in him he would just wait till she came around.
Osagie pinched himself, he had to be really dreaming. Omoye was calling him? Considering the fact that she knew about Sandra he was not expecting her to give him an audience much less call him back.
Today was his lucky day afterall, out of the excitement and ectasy he was feeling, he mistakenly dropped the phone when he was about to pick the call.
The battery and the phone case took the moment as an opportunity to break away from the bond they had long shared with the phone.
“Shit,” he cursed, he bent down to pick the scattered parts of the phone.
He found the phone casing and the phone close to the chair, he made a mental note to get a phone pouch to avoid situations like this. This was not the first time he was experiencing such, see what procastination had done to him. He promised himself to get the phone pouch before the week ran out.
Now where on earth was the battery? He picked the torchlight on the cupboard and crouched over the floor in search of the battery.
Was today really destined to fetch him bad luck?
“Face your problems, I’m facing it, I’m fighting for what is truly mine.” she kept mumbling words to encourage herself while placing the phone close to her ear, the phone was ringing, why was he delaying to pick the phone?
Was he not the one who had called her few minutes ago? Or was he retaliating by giving her the silent treatment?
She hung up, why was the number suddenly unable to connect? Her subconscious told her ‘you’ve lost him girl.’ A tear drop fell on her arm and that was when she realised she had been crying.
‘You’ve not lost him, you can’t lose him because he is yours’. It was as if her subconscious had divided into two parts and each one was bent on driving his point home.
‘No, you are just a secondary school leaver, you have no money, no class, nothing. The dude has moved on.’
‘That’s not true, don’t listen to her. You are beautiful, unique, special and you are you. He loves you Omoye not her.’
‘You had better wake up and see that you are just a loser, the earlier you realise the better.’
‘No way, you are not a loser, you are the best, a winner. Stay positive girl, he still loves you and thats why he wants to keep in touch. Its just network problem, that should be the problem now.’
‘Network problem indeed,’ the other part replied.
She felt like her head was going to explode, could her mind just do her a favour of shutting up? She cried the more, she looked at her son who was asleep.
How much she longed to be in his shoes, free from the problems and troubles life had to give.
What if Osagie was calling her earlier to break up with her officially? That was a big possibility.
Oh shut up, she said inwardly to herself, why was she overthinking this? She had to stay positive, he was probably calling to ask for forgiveness. It had to be that.
She dried her tears, what ever happened to the courage and determination she had few minutes ago?
With the last bit of courage and hope she had, she dialled his number again.
“No,” she screamed, how could his phone be switched off? Why would he switch it off after she had just called him? She felt hurt, men and their silly ego.
She blamed herself for calling him in the first place, so much for facing your problems and being positive………..TO BE CONTINUED.
Culled from Stefikal’s blog