Walking Stories

She’s on the bench in the park, 2pm everyday.
She sits on there for 30 minutes, staring into space
She hardly notices anyone or anything happening around
But 2:30pm on the dot, she rises with gusto and heads back to work

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They come to the same park everyday to get time to spend together
Their lunchtime at work is between 1:30pm and 2:30pm
So they walk in hand in hand, holding their lunch packs in the other hand
And sit across her, trying not to stare

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She loves having lunch with him daily
Because between their schedule and commute, this is the only free time
But she wishes so much to be her
To sit on the park bench alone, taking it all in, the sight, the wind, the sun… the peace

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He’s never loved anyone like he loves her
It aches him so much that all he gets is one hour of her time daily
What aches more is sensing her need for solitude
Because he’s not sure he can let her have it

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He brings his kid to the park at the same time daily
It’s always just the two of them
They do not mix with other families
They are content in the company of each other

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He wants to be the best father there is
And the time they spend together at the park is one of the many ways he’s found
Since he lost his wife three months ago, he’s put in everything he could muster into loving his kid
Like momma would have loved

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His dad is everything, he knows he tries so hard for him but he misses momma
Because the light dad once had is gone, he’s no longer brimming with enthusiasm
If only he could meet someone new…
He glances towards her; she was always alone and she looked pretty calm and approachable

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He’s the guard at the park who’s always on the daytime shift
He watches her every time she comes in at 2pm, alone
He watches her walk to the exact bench they used to sit in and have lunch daily – before he died
He looks at the couple across her; eating silently, and wonders if they appreciated what they had

walking stories

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We are walking stories;
Of whos and hows and whys.

The Valentine’s Situation

Boy and Girl

 

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Single

(Boy) and (Girl) are alone

(Boy) and (Girl) try not to be bothered, it’s only Valentine’s afterall

(Boy) and (Girl) are actually a tiny bit bothered

Lovestruck

Boy meets girl

Boy wants to impress girl

Boy goes overboard

Smitten

Boy gets girl

Boy and girl are in love

Boy and girl go overboard

Unmushy

Boy and girl are crazy in love

Boy and girl constantly have a straight face

Boy and girl never acknowledge Valentine’s

One-Sided

Boy and girl are official

Boy has stopped trying

Girl goes overboard

Indifferent

Boy and girl have been together a while

Everything is “norms” now

They say “Val’s is for kids”

Supposed-to-be Current Situation (In Nigeria)

Boy and girl “wantu” try

Everything is still “norms” man

Boy and girl thought they would call each other to say “Happy Valentine’s BAE, Vote with love”

But alas! Jega shifted dates for elections

Now Boy and Girl have to figure out stuff.

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Let me know where you fall in at the end of today. :)

Happy Valentine’s guys.

#ThatAwkwardMoment

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Definitely the fourth.

 

Today is one of those days when the reins of the number of things I get to cover with work and how my day goes belongs to anyone but me.

After concluding my first meeting – the only detail that worked as planned – the fire alarm goes off and we’re immediately told to evacuate the building and stand on the other side of the road.

That took forty five whole minutes.

After I’m back in my chair, I get an email from the company we leased our office space from; saying an end of the year thingy has been planned for all their clients and organized a bus to take us to the location. My colleague – who should deal with this with me – isn’t in today, so I had to go alone.

Problems are:

1. I’m clad in a mickey mouse t-shirt and brown pants, totally unfit for anything really, but I HAVE to go.

2. I stick out like a sore thumb when I’m alone in a gathering. Don’t do good with mixing and stuff, because, mickey mouse-tshirt-wearing-aunty-is-shy.

So, I’m seated alone at the far corner of the round table, looking ahead and praying it all ends as fast as possible.

In all of this, there’s this guy,  he keeps giving me the eye and I don’t know why!

Weird stuff.

When we’re on the way back, he comes over and sits beside me in the bus and we start talking. He’s enthusiastic and saying all the funny things and it’s so cool.

Then suddenly he asks what university I finished from and what year. Then I say. And he says he went to CU as well, and he’s sister was in my set.

I ask for her name. And Dom. Dom. Dom.

She’s my cousin!

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I’m like we’re cousins! – And no, I do not mean those cousins that originate from being from the same village or being neighbours from birth. His mum and my dad are related, somehow.

He’s like “huh”

Then I explain the connection – to the best of my knowledge – pointing out mutual family ties to him and he sits there between disappointment and amusement.

So we’re seated there, for a long silent while – except he said wow and dammit twice each – wondering.

Very awkward moment, I say.

Note to self:

Know your cousins. And your cousin’s cousins. And your father’s brother’s daughter’s baby’s pet as well.

This is how incest happens!

*Cue in African mother’s voice; you cannot marry her, it’s an abomination! Incest! Tufiakwa!!!*

*Fade out*

As you grow older…

– as a girl –

As you get older

1. Society would make marriage a big the only deal for you

2. The constant you have in every conversation with your mum – and woe betide you, your dad – would be about your future husband

3. The only giggly conversation you would have with your best-friend’s mum, would be about the boys in your life who might be prospective husbands and how you can get them closer

4. A friend would call you every month about their wedding details and how you can get your aso-ebi ASAP!

5. Your other friends would call ranting about how they can’t believe the last person who called about aso-ebi is getting married!

6. You would start to accumulate dresses you might never wear again.

7. Your instagram timeline would  be filled with pictures with shiny diamonds and captions like “I/She said yes! (You might start getting sarcastic with thoughts like “Of course she did! *eyeroll*”)

8. Every new guy you meet would be run through a Is-he-marriage-worthy screening in your mind

9. Your boyfriend would start getting weary when you get too nice

10.Your 20-items-long checklist for Mr. Right would reduce to a humble 2- Must be God fearing and older than me. (Yes, not a single word of love right there)

As you get older, really, you realize that every one is on a different journey,, no one’s life determines how yours should be, and mostly that marriage is supposed to be for two people who love each other, not just another predetermined stage in everyone’s life.

With enough time, we all find what we’re looking for, even if it was there all along.

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?

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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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