By Ikumawoyi Toluwalase
Each heart knows its own bitterness,
and no one else can fully share its joy.
“I love you…”
“I love you too”, the duo said almost simultaneously. It was so evident to the blind that they were in love, and destined for each other. Even in complexion, they were compatible.
“Do you still remember the first time I met you?”, he said staring into her face.
“How would I forget, it is still fresh in my memory though it is two years ago”.
Jadesola took her fiance out to Chicken republic, a restaurant close to where she lived. He had come to visit her during her youth service after many persuasion from the lover boy…
“Erhm am sorry”, she said quickly bending to pick the books that had fallen as a result of the collision. Jadesola was making a call, and she didn’t notice the young man who was hurrying to pass through the doorway of the lecture theatre.
“I didn’t see you coming, I am very sorry, hope…”, she tried to say, before looking up to see the young man standing and staring at her. “Oh no its him, it can’t be him, not this guy”, she thought. She had avoided any contact with him after her first encounter when she was in part one.
“Thanks”, he said, quickly collecting his books from her and walking away without looking back.
“Hello am sorry Eunice, something happened ni jare, I will gist you when I get to the room”, she said as she made her into the lecture theatre where her next lecture would hold.
“I think you need to confront your fears and at least talk to him”, Eunice said after Jadesola narrated her ordeal during the day to her.
“No!! that’s wrong, he should be the one approaching me”, she said recoiling back to her side of the bed,
“Are you for real, nna ohh!!…my friend is in love”, Eunice said clapping her hands in the gossiping mode.
“In love with who, that guy? Never! he is so arrogant, pompous, imagine!!, he allowed a lady to pick his books for him, mtchew!!! He is not even my type!!” Jadesola said in defense. She would not allow her friend to win this word battle or else she was in for another headache. Eunice would tease her for days about it.
“Okay, even though it is obvious…why don’t you forget him approaching you and at least get to know this guy you are having a crush on”, Eunice said stretching the word crush in her statement.
Rolling her eyes, Jadesola said, “Okay, at least to satisfy you miss, I will say hi to him after service on Sunday, and for the record, I don’t have a crush on him”, she added as she threw her pillow to Eunice who was giggling at her friend’s effort in convincing her.
“Hi, erhm…am sorry for the other day”, Jadesola said to the head bent guy staring at the book in front of him. He didn’t answer her, so she went further by tapping him. She had been so busy, she couldn’t see him on Sunday, and she had been lucky to see him today, she was not going to let the opportunity pass her by.
“Erhm…sorry, am sorry, is this your seat, I didn’t know”, he said as he jolted back to reality from the impact of the tap Jadesola gave him. His eyes was wet and teary, he had been crying all along.
“Are you fine, I mean, its fine…erhmm…you can talk to me”, Jadesola said, sitting beside him like a concerned mother who caught his son crying.
“Its nothing, it is just the wind that blew some dirty things into my eyes and…”, he tried to say, though it was obvious he was lying.
“C’mon…I know am a stranger. Erhm, I am Jadesola, am an RCFITE too, and at least that is enough information, so talk to me, why were you crying?”, Jadesola said, though sounding like she was ranting.
The guy knew the lady before him would not leave him alone without him telling her the reason for his mood, so he told her everything, including the part where he just saw a result which was terrible, he went further to tell her he was at the verge of leaving school because he couldn’t understand a thing from the course he was studying, he didn’t skip the part where his g.p was so poor, and he was on a second class lower. He looked hopeless and unredeemable. Jadesola who watched and listened with rapt attention as he narrated his ordeal, finally spoke some soothing words to him, he was relieved.
And that was how their friendship started, they read together, she checked on him, kept tabs, and she was his constant adviser, sooner or later, they were both carried into leadership but it was obvious they were in love.
After much prayer, and counselling, he finally proposed to her on the night preceding his finally examination and their relationship had a kick start…
“I still love you as much as I did back then”, he said as he held her hand, and placed a kiss on it.
“He is the most romantic, spiritually balanced, worded, guy I have ever known, he is mature even in his dealings with me, thank God I met a man like this as your will for my life”, Jadesola said within herself as she looked at the love of her life…
“If wishes were horses even the beggars will have a ride, everything that has a beginning must have an ending”, Jadesola laughed at the incoherence in the sentence of the singer whose song was being played to her ears.
“What is quality control?”, the beautiful yellowish young lady probably in her late thirties asked Joseph who was sitting in front of an interview panel.
Joseph had woke up this morning with the sound of his alarm, it was just 6:30am, his interview was by 11am. Thanks to John, who used his connection in getting him the interview with one of the popular food companies in Lagos. He was to work as their quality control manager.
Talking about John, his friend had been a wonderful brother to him, he brought him several clothes, took him out on several occasions when he was not at work, they caught up with past times, though he had to travel down to Ondo for a friend’s father burial, Joseph refused to go with him stating he didn’t want to step his foot in Ondo anymore, the place that reminds him of all of tragic moments that had effects on his life.
John had bought him the suit before he left during the weekend, and he also told him, that he might return that evening with his fiancee, “his fiancée?”. He had tried asking him various questions about the mysterious lady, but the only answer Joseph got was that, she was someone he knew very well during their days in the university, and he should wait patiently to meet her when he returned from his trip to Ondo.
“We will get back to you before the week runs out”, the young lady said dismissing Joseph after the interview. He had answered the questions very well, he was sure, that his efforts in the interview combined with John’s connection could get him the job.
“You have arrived? Okay, am on my way already. Is your fiancee there too? Okay…I am almost home”, he dropped his call, grinning. Aside the fact that he wanted to gist his friend about his interview,he was so interested in knowing John’s fiancee.
The way he talked about her, showed the way he loved her dearly, he had been in love once, so he understood his friend’s feeling…
“Adamu, abeg open the gate, it’s me Joseph, your oga’s friend”, he shouted after knocking for close to three minutes, while sleepy Adamu asked who the sleep intruder was…
He walked majestically toward the front door, and stood for a while as he heard a familiar voice, no it couldn’t be her, he said to himself.
He opened the door and her name came out his mouth effortlessly. “Ahmed Dorcas Jadesola!!!”
To be continued…
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