I'm sure everyone thinks I'm crazy. First, just like they said he would, he left me for someone else, someone better suited for him, someone who met his family's approval. And although it took him five years, he finally left me.
What you need to understand is that it didn't come to me as a big shock. Bolade has been my best friend and my everything for the last five years, but I knew the second his mind began to wander.
Everyone thought I should curse him out, everyone expected me to hate him. People were waiting for the tears, the bitterness, the baleful, angry ex-girlfriend memes on my social media pages, but I disappointed them. Many thought it was just an act but the truth is that I didn't hate Bolade. I dont know what I felt, really. Just some cold, empty vacuum. Numb.
Anyways he proposed to his smallie. Did it hurt me? Hell, it nearly killed me! I was so broken that I couldn't leave the house for days. I avoided everyone and I started smoking again. That was the only thing I could ingest. I couldn't swallow a morsel of food. All I could do was puff on my Dunhill switch and quench my thirst with vodka.
It wouldn't have been so difficult if people weren't so evil. I know it made them feel better about their pitiful lives to kick me when I was already down, but I couldn't fathom why they had to be so mean as so tag me on his engagement photos on Instagram. Like, "yes Nwando, just in case you didn't know, here are the pictures. Look! Your man is wedding his woman 😂😜😂"
Few weeks later I heard they were planning to get married at the end of the next month, barely five months after they started dating. I heard they were planning to wed in Seychelles or Spain or Sardinia. I wasn't sure, some S place sha... I wasn't privy to the details of that gist as I'd moved on with my life and was working on a project in far away Durban.
And yes, life goes on.
Durban was beautiful that time of the year and work was good.
So you can imagine the shock I felt earlier tonight. It was past 10pm and people rarely ever came knocking on my door, especially at that hour. But certain it was the housekeeper bringing me a fresh towel, I opened the door and came face to face with Bolade.
Yes. In the flesh. All 6.4" of him, broad shoulders, bushy brows, shaggy hair and all. What was he doing here in South Africa? And how did he know where to find me? And what was he doing in my room????
"I'm sorry Nwando. I don't know if you can ever forgive me, but remember that people make mistakes". There was a catch in his throat as a tear slid down his left eye, and then he went down on both knees.
"Babes, I never stopped loving you. In my moment of weakness I gave in to my family's pressures. I let myself think we were better off apart. I've never been more wrong about anything in my life... Please... And this time around I don't want to be just your boyfriend. I want to be your zzzZzzzzZZZZZ"
LOL. Ok guys. At that point I dozed off. Err, let me explain.
Whenever I'm about to sleep, I never just close my eyes and sleep. I first have to day dream or fantasize or whatever. I took a nap earlier and this was my daydream. Actually sha, this Bolade character forms the plots of most of my daydreams these days *covers face*.
So what kind of sleeper are you? Do you just shut your eyes and varnish into dream land? Or do you, like me, think, wander, dream while awake?
Whatever the case is I'm curious, what's often the last thing on your mind before you fall asleep?
Is it a fantasy? Money? Work? Sex? Anger? Memories? Fear? Business? A loved one?
Whatever. Gist me!