“I cant believe that this guy doesn't see anything wrong with what he did,”she said. “He is so full of himself, what kind of family tradition is that?” she asked, looking at me for answers.
Meeting Chukwuemeka ep.4: To love or lose
That cold afternoon, Faith came around, and explained the genesis of the story to her.
“Well, I honestly don't know much about that, all I know is I am pissed,” I said. “Enough about Lagos men, What would you like to eat?” I asked, smacking my lips. “Fried plantain and egg,” she said.
“Alright then, I’ll get it,”I said. I dashed into the kitchen to prepare the meal, while we continued the rest of the conversation over the food.
We moved from talking about Emeka, to discussing another girl-out dinner, and a few hours later, Faith left my place for the market.
My phone beeped; I got a message from Chukwuemeka.
I’m sorry if i invalidated your feelings during our last conversation, That was not the plan,
I really care about you, and i want us to be more,
Please forgive me, and let bygone, be bygone”
Immediately after reading his text, his call came in, and I answered.
“Hi,” I said reluctantly.
“Guess what Enny,” he said. “ My mom is planning dinner for both of us, she wants you to come over so you could even meet the entire family. Of course, if that would not be asking for too much.” Chukwuemeka requested confidently.
“You are already asking for too much because it's not as if I already accepted your apology.” I responded. “Please, I am not interested in…”
I was in the middle of completing my sentence when I heard a woman's voice in the background.
“My daughter, how’re you?” she asked. This time her voice sounded even closer. It felt like Chukwuemeka already transferred the phone to someone else. “Who am I speaking with?” I asked as I stared at my phone screen to be sure if I was still speaking with Chukwuemeka.
“This is Mrs Nwosu, Emeka’s mother,” she said. “My daughter, a lot of things happen between husband and wife but they must forgive each other”. “Biko” (Please), she continued, “forgive Emeka. I already made preparations for both of you. The whole
family would be awaiting your arrival. Thank you, my daughter” she said as she passed the phone back to Chukwuemeka.
“Errrrm…errrm… you’re welcome ma,” i stuttered.
Okay darling, thank you for accepting the offer, i’ll talk to you later. Bye, Emeka said, hanging up the phone on me like we weren't having a conversation before his mom interfered.
I sank into one of the couches in the sitting room, words of prophecy for the new year from my reverend flashing through my head. “This year you will marry your husband, this year receive a forgiving spirit; a heart of meat like Jesus. This year, we will celebrate with you”. Reverend said, as he prophesied.
And I remember my “amen” topping the voices of the other single ladies in the auditorium. “Could it be that this year they would celebrate with me in aso-ebi?” I asked myself, as I fell asleep on the couch.
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