I stepped away from the car slamming the door behind me. I staggered towards the house falling under the weight of the many boxes saddled on my arms.
“Hey! You must be my new neighbour” a baritone voice called from behind. I turned to catch a glimpse of the speaker but unfortunately came crashing down with my heavy boxes. He quickly rushed to help me up then our eyes met “Hmmm, the face looks as pleasant as the voice sounds” I thought
He smiled stretching out his hands for a shake.
“Am kelvin. I stay in the flat opposite yours”
I would have played along with the script but my brain quickly called me to order. I have not finished dealing with the inner demons giving me wahala and this one has come with his own. This is how it all starts. Then when you’re all soaked in, your brains would be too jinxed to figure out how you got into that mess. I mumbled some words and hastily climbed up the stairs clinging tightly to my boxes.
I emptied one of the boxes on the couch in the living room and it fell out. It was his picture, Dayo’s picture. I picked it up starring at it as thoughts went gaga in my head. That was all I had left of the man I loved. The man with whom I had exchanged conjugal vows. I remembered a question a friend once said to me,
“If you want true love and friendship, be ready to lease you’re life for it”
I guess I never was. So my hunting began and I have been hunting ever since.
First it was Wale the most brilliant boy in class back then in secondary school. He was cute and all the girls wanted him. But he wanted me and I was simply smitten by that. What did we know anyway? All those movies, Disney cartoons and childhood fantasies.
Then that evening while pretending to be busy with assignment, his mum cooking away in the kitchen. We decided to explore our curiosity and puff! The cherry was gone. Soon WAEC was done with and prince charming flew away with the wind. I dabbled into campus love. Charles was a good catch but after a few semesters of steaming romance he left me for one engineering
was not enough trophy for him.
Well, I moved on. Yah! Life
What did they even know? How can they manage a relationship when they still feed off their parent’s plate? I met Austin at a friend’s birthday party. We had good chemistry and off we went.
He was caring and knew how to lavish money on a woman. I
books) happy. One day, we had an argument because I had supposedly taken so much time in the hostel before coming out to join him in his car. Then the young man slapped me. Needless to say I waved him good riddance.
Next was Desmond who cheated
Damn! I was frustrated. What has a woman got to do to find and keep love in this life? I was almost giving up when Dayo, my husband strolled in. He was the perfect guy; rich, handsome and Godfearing. We had even been friends before the emotions started rolling in. Yah! I took it slow this time. When he proposed amidst candle lights, slow music, red roses……………I knew this was bliss. Tears of sheer joy caressed my cheeks. Wow! I had finally found love.
I was right! This was bliss, pure heavenly bliss. The type that would make you feel like singing hymns and gazing at the sky. I wore my new title like a crown on my head as I glowed with pride. Dayo was a dotting husband. He paid the bills effortlessly and I still got extra cash to spend on my little vanities. He even helped with the chores, cooking was his specialty. We had little or nothing to quarrel about. Everything was picture perfect. And when I thought my fairy tale had just begun, things turned south. Words became unspoken, birthdays and anniversaries forgotten, lovemaking became sour, distances drew further apart, emptiness gulped up the space and silence filled the air. We simply drifted apart.
Instead of filling up the cracks in the wall; I sort for a distraction and I found this guy. I wasn’t actually out to cheat. I just wanted to laugh, have fun and be happy again but George made me feel something I had not felt in a long time. So with him, I split those sacred vows in two. We were at it for quite a while until I became pregnant. Kai! It all screamed of disaster. So I kissed George goodbye after ripping off the child I had longed for all this while. I couldn’t decipher who was responsible and I wasn’t willing to write off my marriage due to such carelessness. I began to work towards a fresh start, but when Dayo said to me;
“Bimpe! We need to talk”
I knew something had slipped through those cracks. Next, I was begging for forgiveness and signing divorce papers. I had searched for love in the wrong places for the wrong reasons and here I am…………back to the scratch. Love is certainly beyond emotions. Gosh! I’ve had enough of this thoughts.
After unpacking most of my things I went out for a few drinks without my friends this time. The group hugs, numerous advice and pity party were threatening to choke the life out of me. Even in my bid for some space, this man sitting few tables across mine can’t help but steal glances at me as I sip from my glass. Our eyes meet (I hate this eyes thing), he gives a sly smile and walks over to my table.
“Can I join you?” he asks
I take seconds to figure out which sarcastic reply would be more appropriate.
This is definitely the beginning of the end of my hunt.