This one that I am… anyways it’s once in a while. It’s not like I do it all the time. In fact it has never been done but…
Now this was the conversation before the above thought
“Hey babe. How are you?
I feel like ColdStone.
You can’t what? I’m coming to your house, get ready. I’ll tell you when I’m there”
After I moved out of my parent’s house, my mother and I do this thing where we bring each other soup or stew on some days. Today I had decided to bring my mother ofe nsala because daughter of the year na. I was just about done when I heard my phone ring. If you see the race I ran with half of my heart hoping it was the one person I wanted to call only to get there and see a different caller id
It’s the ones that you don’t want that will now be calling you up and down. Mstchewww
Just as I had poured the soup into the bowl, my phone rang again. Reluctantly , I picked it up behold that one person
You should have seen my face after that conversation. I started praying that he would be an hour or two late. My parents live few streets away, I could drop it and come back just in time abi? Or should I wait and tell mummy to send her driver? After considering it for a while I decided I’ll drop the food off myself and be quick. Just as I was about to change I thought to myself, “bring out some soup for him now”. Aha! Me? Now my friends and past ‘brothers’ know one thing about me. I don’t cook for just anybody. I’m not the “do you want me to make you something?”
Asi. That’s a lie
Not me. Now if I kinda liked you maybe indomie and egg or jollof rice. Even fried plantain sef. But ofe nsala was sacred. Food for the one who had put a ring on it and about to wife it. But here I was scooping out of the soup specially prepared for my mother to give someone who forgets to return phone calls for days.
Anyways I drive into my parents house and Ijeoma, my mother’s help/PA/amebo partner/in house hair stylist came out to carry the bowl.
“Aha Aunty nno. Anyi no na-azu uno”
I make my way to the back of the house to see my mum with her half braided hair, cracking and eating walnuts. Typical Saturday evening.
“Mummy I brought you nsala “
“Daalu nne “
For the next 30 to 40 minutes I listen to my mother talk about different things , with Ijeoma who had continued braiding her hair adding a silent laughter now and then whenever mummy said something funny. These ones are relaxed and I’m checking my phone to see if it rang and I didn’t hear it. Let me come and be going biko. I get up to leave
“Mummy I’m going o”
“But you just got here now “
“Ehen tomorrow’s church. I’ll see you there ehn”
As I leave I can still hear my mother complaining but I’m expecting a phone call and I’ve a special presentation.
I get home and with my ofe nsala in one of my precious glass bowls, I’m waiting for him.
8:07 … he’ll call anytime from now… 8:55 . I get a message on my phone, it’s Jumoke. The message read “Babes *smiley face* . I go ahead to pour out my frustration to her. It takes her a while to understand it but when she does , SHE STARTS TO LAUGH HER HEART OUT
“Lol sorry, no vex abeg”
Is this not stupidity? If they’re calling women that have sense now, I’ll carry my ‘feminist’ self and be going. Because I wanted to do ‘surprise surprise’ that OGs can be sensitive too. I broke one rule that I never break.
9:30 … I’ll eat this soup with chilled Fanta o… 10:05. At this point I had started imagining the kind of speech I will give when I eventually talk to him. But come o, muwa bu Adanna , a whole me. I got stoop up when I had food to give! Which mouth will I use to tell people this one biko nu.
10:41… The food is not even doing me to eat again. Here I am. Sitting with bowl of nsala in front of me and I can’t bring myself to eat it. Mmmh. I slowly walk into the kitchen and place the bowl in the fridge gently. Some part of my mind knows after they beg and apologize I’ll bring it out and warm it up for him
11:05 … Kitchen lights are switched off. With a bottle of Fanta, I’m carrying myself to the room .
This single life sef.
P:S – I’m thinking of making this a series. What do you think 🤔 If you have any possible titles for the series too kindly drop them in the comments 😘