Happy New Year. I'd like to thank all of you for ever visiting my blog. I started this blog last March, 2014 and it already has over 11,000 views. It means a lot to me as I know it takes a lot of patience and commitment to read through a story, so thank you, thank you, thank you! :) I wish you the very best this year and like my dad would say "Last year has come and gone, we are grateful to God and we pray for a better year." So please my dear friends, no matter what you go through, remain hopeful for a better tomorrow.
I cannot mention names of all the people who have supported me in this writing journey as you are so many but please know that I appreciate your support always. Special thanks to my eldest brother for making me start this blog; before now, I just used to write stories and send via emails to a few friends bugging them to read (hee hee, you know yourselves). Shout out and many thanks also to my younger sister, Odi and happy birthday too (New year baby :)). She says she is my biggest fan/AC :p.
Anyway, for today's story I did something I loved to do but I have not done since secondary school. I wrote this story using titles, words or phrases from other sources (this time around, the sources were all the published stories of mine). So where ever you see a highlight in the story, it is got from a different story to which I have the link attached. I hope you enjoy it and it brings back memories from the previous stories for you, just as it did for me. Once again, happy New Year and here is the story:
Adaobi sat down in the restaurant
waiting for her boyfriend, Emeka. They had been dating for nearly three years now
and most of her friends who had begun their relationships after hers were
already married or at least engaged. She had just received a wedding invitation from her friend Blessing and her
boo Effiong and even though she was not particularly happy for anybody at the
moment, she had sent a “Happy Anniversary” text
to her other friend Ije, who was celebrating her first wedding anniversary. Why
could it not have been her sending out wedding invitations? She wondered. She
had shared her concerns with her grandmother when she travelled to the village for
Christmas and Mama had tried to comfort her saying “Oh Nwa'm,
don’t worry. You will marry soon.”
“But what is stopping
him? He has a good job and I’m not getting any younger!” Adaobi was not
convinced.
“You’re looking at
things from only one angle; you need to see things from different vantage points. He might be waiting for other things
besides a job” Mama said.
“What is he waiting
for? What if he never asks me to marry him? What if...?” Adaobi blurted out the voices within her mind bitterly. Her grandmother
held her hands and shook her head “Never say never.
It will happen in God’s time.” Mama spoke with so much assurance that Adaobi
was compelled to believe her and relive her hopes once again. A few hours
later, Mama prepared her favourite Uha
soup to cheer her up which they delightfully ate together with fufu.
Today marked the
beginning of a new year and she was certain that Emeka would propose today. She
had expected the ring yesterday but it did not come, just the same way it did
not come last April when she thought that it had. Instead of a ring in the box that
he had handed to her as a present, she received a brooch inscribed with ‘Happy Easter’. She forced a smile at him as she
muttered “Many thanks” even though she knew instantly
that she would never wear it. Whilst she waited for Emeka at the restaurant, she
reminisced about how they had first met. It was on a Sunday morning, to be precise on Palm Sunday. She
had just resigned from her work place and moved
back to Nigeria from the UK after living most her life there. Recently heart-broken
from a tumultuous relationship with her ex-boyfriend whom she had thought would
be that 'special someone' for her, her grandmother
had advised her to come back home. She had been away from Nigeria for so long
that it had been challenging for her to cope with the environment and she had
hated returning at first. She was slowly adapting to the country after
having a few hitches and colloquial mishaps. Looking
on the greener side, relocating had been very useful
in finding her African roots as she got to meet
some relatives that she never even knew existed. In fact, she was beginning to
enjoy the country except for the terrible traffic in the city. That day, she arrived
late to church as usual and had forgotten to bring her palm leaves along. She rushed
to a nearby palm tree in the church compound and tried to get herself some for
the procession ceremony. That was when Emeka saw her; he came to her and offered her some of his leaves and after that, they
became good friends. They shared similar interests and morals
about life and it did not take long before they started dating.
Adaobi was awakened
from her thoughts when a waitress served her a bottle
of Fanta. “It’s on the house” she said with a smile and walked away. Adaobi looked
towards the counter and saw the other waiters and waitresses looking her. She felt
slightly embarrassed and wondered what was going
on inside their minds. She hoped that they did
not get it twisted and think that she sat there
hoping to meet a stranger or to get free drinks. Emeka was taking too long to
show up; she checked her phone to make sure that it was on melody so that she would
not miss his call in case of any changed plans. She did not want to call him
because she was already getting inpatient about the present matter and she feared that she might use a tone over the phone that
would eventually make the conversation a dreaded dialogue.
He strolled in happily fifteen
minutes later without giving any reasons for making her wait for over an hour
at the restaurant. They quickly ordered some food and ate mostly in silence. By
the time they had finished their meals, he had neither offered an apology for
his lateness nor a ring to soothe her. As he drove to her house to drop her off,
Adaobi was very upset; she wondered if she had been wasting her time with him
for the past three years. When they got to her place, she quickly opened the door
to get out of the car without saying a word to him. He caught hold of her arm
and asked “Sho’ry, why are you looking so down? This is a New Year, 2015! Turn up!” His act of ignorance felt like a slap on her face and she got angrier. Just as she
opened her mouth to tell him that she needed a break from their relationship,
he had brought out a ring and this time, he popped the question.
The End
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*Uha and fufu are some native foods
Nice story! Happy new year to you too.
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Happy new year my darling!
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DeleteNice piece. Have an amazing year.
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DeleteI remember most of them but remember enjoying 'colloquial mishaps' and laughing at 'sho'ry why are you looking down?'. Nice piece and happy new year.
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lol, thank you for reading and remembering. Happy new year too :)
DeleteHappy New Year to you, I remembered the phone on melody story, still makes me laugh
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Happy new year Ogo blackky! :p
DeleteReally nice piece.
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