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This was not what I had expected when he said “hi”.

Being single is a fart you don’t want to smell on some days. Days when the girls you imagined would make you fine bridesmaids someday, are now the ones getting your congratulatory message on their Facebook post.

“It’s one year already fam. Thank you Jesus for giving me such a wonderful hubby.”

Two hunny bunny faces, a defenceless toddler in their middle and that unprecedented stress that Facebook manages to hide.

“Thank you sis”, they respond to my comment.

That Nigerian humility in the suffix “sis”. The conscious effort to want to identify with you. To ensure you don’t feel threatened. I sniff it out almost immediately. The way a rat would easily catch up with crayfish in the kitchen.

Michael D is a fine man, light yellow like the inside of an unripe pawpaw. All witty and bold the first day I saw him. Something this good couldn’t turn out ugly.

“When am I going to see you?” he asked.

Hope leaped into my eyes. It made it twinkle a bit. That giddy feeling that comes with the prospect of a date. First, a scavenger hunt through the wardrobe, flipping through dresses and tumbling over shoes until you match a hot one. Whew!

“When you want to”, I responded.

He started typing his next statement. I could see the notification. My eyes were glued to the screen.

“You will come to my house on Sunday and go back by Monday morning.”

My chin that was slightly tilted to an angle fell fast to form a pout. It registered in the crease of my brow. The earlier anticipation died a natural death. In its place was a fast rising anger that coursed through my veins. All of a sudden, it ratcheted to a dangerous degree. Exactly what a cat must feel like waiting to dive at a rat. What a way to ask someone out on a first date. The vein couldn’t hold it longer than necessary. It shot the venom out of my lips.

“You must be out of your mind” I retorted
Gbam! Before I knew it, he blocked me on whatsapp.
“Good riddance! I muttered and threw my phone away.

But all of that vehemence slowly convened for a meeting. Reason scheduled this emergency melancholy. Pity, compromise, despair and age showed up first.

“Are you sure you were not too harsh? Age is no longer on your side oo. Just be a little patient sometimes who knows? When are we seeing another fine suitor?”

The room swirled. My eyes were heavy. I dragged myself to the foot of the bed and lowered into depression. I had fallen into that hole again. The hole was my whole self. But reason didn’t allow them rattle for long. He called for the meeting, he was going to take the final decision.

“Let him go nne. He was not meant to stay.”

I didn’t need any further convincing. I reasoned with reason.

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