Will You Marry Me?

*shivers*

Oh how I love love!

Mine’s the insane kinda unrealistic fairytalish love that I love. You know, the kind when this guy runs 700 miles – when he cudda taken a bike – just to say “I love you and I want to be with you”.

Makes me shiver :)

That ain’t my flow, be calm.

I’m here to tell you about the very first proposal I ever witnessed and the sweetness of it all. Call me sentimental, but it brought tears to my eyes :)

Where to start…

July 23, 2011

It was my graduation. Mine and my 3 besties. We called us “The Orangutans”.

Convocation in my school was a month long event. We’d start with TTG (Towards a Total Graduate/Towards the Gate :) ) and then transit into four days of real activities that are actually the graduation ceremonies. It was in the third day we spotted him. The third day was a Saturday and we were getting sworn in as alumni of the prestigious Covenant University.

We – The Orangutans – sat in the last four seats on the row, bored to death, then he passed by! And suddenly we were at alert!

“See that cute alumni guy” that was Moyin.

Tope and I looked in agreement and the conversation continued from there. Dami, however, looked exactly like the uninterested smiley on BBM.

Let me quickly tell you a little about Dami. She’s a grinch. Raining on our parade was like what she lived for. It literally took at least 3 bottles of coke to get her half as excited as we usually were, but she hardly took coke :( . We loved her that way.

Back to the story…

So this cute alumni guy’s name is Taiwo. Taiwo is cute. Very cute. haha!

Later that evening, we had our graduation dinner and guess who was introduced to the trio (I was missing) Mr. Cute Alumni. Dami, once again, was forming uninterested, but that’s how love stories in all those romantic novels we bored ourselves with, started, yes?

***

August 16, 2014

Three years, three weeks and  three days after that evening, in the early hours of the night, all of Dami and Mr. Cute Alumni’s most important friends are gathered together to celebrate his birthday.

You see, Dami had planned a surprise birthday for him to make him happy around the people he loved but he had bigger plans.

He had somehow found a way to hack into this carefully planned out surprise dinner and own it, and damn well, he owned it!

Somewhere in between our bants, Taiwo got up and said he wanted to say a few things to Dami, that’s where it all begun :)

Three crazy things that made me shiver in the “I love love” kinda way:

– Before he started his bants, he set the mood! He had cued in a song with the DJ. It was one of the earliest songs Dami had sent him when they started out. It was When God Made You – Newsong and Natalie Grant. You should listen to it, you’ll be teary eyed :) It was such a cute moment!

– He said he’d gone ahead to ask her dad for his blessings, so he could confidently propose :) It was such a sweet and mature thing to do.

– He got down on that knee yo! The knee thing is almost a cliche now, I know, but it’s the thing fairytales are made of! And we love it!

In all of it, that day reeked of cuteness (Dami is crazy cute too) and love and I just had to pen it down.

P.S.: As we do not have the date yet, save the hashtag #DamiTaiwo2015! We finna turn up!

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Of Tyres and Death

The funniest thing happened to me this morning.

Let’s take two steps back.

Few weeks ago, I was at Obalende, en route home. There was a little fiasco afar off, people gathered, chanting different things. Some were stuck on “Ole” (that’s thief in yoruba) others on “Kill him” and some others again begging silently for mercy. I asked some passerby what he stole, he said gala. You know gala? That hard supposed sausage roll we consume in traffic that goes for fifty bucks. Yeah that. That dude was about to be sent to his grave for it.

I’ll move on.

I took a bus to work this morning. I was in front next to the driver. See ehn, I live at the end of Lagos and I work on the Island, so I leave my house in the middle of the night – 5 a.m. – to beat traffic and get to work in good time. It’s the life of a hustler, I know.

I’ll move on, again.

I spend the commute sleeping, as expected, so this morning, I was asleep. Unusually sound asleep too. Suddenly the driver taps me and hands me money, I hold it and sleep back. He taps me again and hands me more! It was at this point I realized passengers were passing their fares to him from behind and he was handing them to me so he could concentrate on driving. After everyone had paid, he said to count the money, the expected sum was 5,500, I had 5,400.

He shouted “Who never pay o!, the money never complete” I drifted off again.

I woke up when I realized the bus had stopped moving.

I woke up to angry shouting passengers.

You see, from the 5,400 accumulated, two passengers were gonna collect change summing up to 900 bucks!

ONE WHOLE THOUSAND NAIRA WAS MISSING!

Oh, the bus was filled with angry people, I say.

We spent the next twenty minutes tryna find four people who hadn’t paid. Everyone swore they had. The driver said he wouldn’t move an inch till he got his complete sum. They all continually screamed in frustration.

I sat still, blank eyed, wondering why I woke up in the first place.

Someone suggested we help the situation and contribute 50 bucks each for the guy. I dipped my hand in the side zip of my bag – where I put my change – to contribute my quota.

I found a stray 1,000 naira note.

You know the rest of the story.

It’s not you, it’s me.

This is the part where you call me in.
This is the part where we sit, an air of discomfort swirling around us
This is the part where you look me in the eyes and say with a broken voice “What went wrong?”
This is the part when I look in your eyes with uncertainty and attempt to proceed

***

“It’s not you, it’s me
I’m bored. I’m jaded. I just can’t go on.
I’m in dire need of some new kinda activity. Something different. Something new.
I didn’t grow out of you. I just…”

My voice trails off when I see your look

***

“Don’t patronize me!” you scream
WHAT. WENT. WRONG?!

***

I look at you, rise from my chair and walk towards the door.
I take one more look at you
“Nothing went wrong.” I say
“It really isn’t you, it’s me.”

***

This is the part where I walk away
This is the part when I hope you call me back
This is the part when I hope we would have another conversation when you’ve cooled off
This is the part when I hold on to that hope.

If…

If I told you what I wanted the most, would you give it to me?
Or would you hold back and bask in the essence of having my most wanted?

If I told you my weaknesses, would you stand out to make me stand strong?
Or would you sit back and watch me fall?

If I said what keeps me up at night, would it make you strive to find me a lasting solution?
Or would you just hand me pills?

If I said… “Oh my life is such a mess!” would you agree?
Or would you list out many reasons I’m blessed?

What if I told you my big and lofty dreams to one day rule the world,
Would you laugh out loud?
Or would you hold my hand and say I’m on track?

If I bore my soul to you; to show you how many times I’ve fallen
Would it make you proud?
Or would you look the other way?

If I told you I put no thought to this and just got typing,
Would it make you look out for typos and misspells?
Or would you appreciate it even more?

If I said these are the reasons I don’t say half the things I wanted to,
Would you understand?
Or would you not?