You checked out me with eyes that spoke.
“I like you,” you stated, “however can’t be with you.”
That wasn’t what I heard once I listened to your eyes.
I heard, “I’d like to be with you eternally.”
I heard solely the ‘I like you’, with out the ‘however’.
“Why?” I requested.
“I can’t truly say,” you began, then went on to ramble about being from an endogamous folks. It wasn’t sufficient to be an Igbo, I needed to be out of your village too.
“It’s not you Kosarachi,’ you stated, ‘it’s me. It’s my village folks. I can’t marry a lady that’s not from my village.”
“Actually. I swear it.”
“What are the results?” I requested.
“I don’t know, however I do know it is going to give my father a coronary heart assault.”
“The identical father that didn’t have a coronary heart assault once you obtained a Yoruba woman pregnant.”
“Being pregnant is completely different from marriage. It’s sacred.”
“However the technique of getting a lady pregnant isn’t?”
“It’s completely different nonetheless.”
Progressively, I used to be studying to know that the eyes may very well be saying one thing completely different from the guts, from the particular person’s true intent. Over time, I listened to your eyes. I used to be deceived.
So that you’re calling off our relationship of 4 years due to your village folks?
Did you not know we couldn’t get married all alongside?
Why did you retain coming again and stringing me alongside?
Why did you might have us open a joint account?
Why did you might have us do all of the issues married do and inform me it’s in preparation for our future?
Why did you speak a lot of ‘our’ future such as you noticed one?
So many questions bombarded my thoughts like a blitzkrieg, however they remained there.
You known as off our relationship just like the commentators in St. Peter’s chaplaincy, UNN introduced obituaries- unemotionally, as a matter of ritual.
‘The loss of life has been introduced of Mr. XYZ, who hails from ABC. Till his demise, he was a member of this church.’
It was on this tone you stated we needed to break up: We have now to half methods, Kosarachi. At some point of our relationship I cherished you dearly.
For each good purpose, Charlie Puth‘s Dangerously performed in my head. Weirdly, I didn’t shed a tear. Not once I remembered our first date. Not once I remembered our first, second or third break up and the way we at all times took a flowery journey to mark our reunion. Not once I remembered that Yoruba woman you bought pregnant and blamed me for it!
“You gave me area for too lengthy, you shouldn’t have,” you stated, once I confronted you about it.
I by no means shed a tear. I moved on, however with out my flesh dragging solely my shadow alongside; so that you see why I reacted the way in which I did when banns of marriage was introduced one Sunday and your title was known as.
“Banns of marriage”, the commentator introduced.
Marriage is proposed between Abugu Dennis Uchendu, son of Abugu Fredrick and Abugu Esther of Nsukka Native Authorities Space in Enugu State and Miss Adebayo Ruth Folake, daughter of Adebayo Peter and Adebayo Naomi of Ikeja Native Authorities Space in Lagos State.”
“Excuse me please,” I stated as I requested a bulletin from somebody sitting beside me. It wasn’t sufficient to listen to the announcement. I needed to learn it to make certain my ears weren’t enjoying with me. They weren’t.
“Excuse me please,” I stated whereas accumulating yet one more bulletin from one other parishioner. It was the identical factor. It was actually your title on that bulletin. It was actually you getting married.
Lower than six months and also you moved on superb, sufficient to marry one other woman. One other woman not out of your village or state or geo-political zone or tribe! It was you afterall, and never your village folks. Your father would don’t have any coronary heart assault. Your marriage can be a exceptional one too. Weren’t all of us advocating for One Nigeria?
I couldn’t wait until the tip of the mass. I wanted my pillow and mattress and the consolation of a bolted door to cry.
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About Uzoamaka Okafor
Okafor Uzoamaka is a graduate of the College of Nigeria, Nsukka the place she studied Faith and Sociology. She is a author and a blogger. The names of her blogs are okaforstories.blogspot.com and grantsandworks.web site. She shares her tales, articles, job updates and scholarship notifications on her blogs. She likes to learn and write.