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My
friend Cynthia kept grinning as she pressed her blackberry phone. I thought she
was probably chatting with one of her numerous married boyfriends. I stood and stared
at Cynthia without her noticing me of my glare. I quickly glanced at my
wristwatch. It was 1:30pm. We both had lectures together but she seems
unprepared to step out from the self-contain room we both shared. She was
wearing a black bump short and a yellow tan top.
“Are you not going to
class again madam pinging?” I, Chioma asked her.
“I pray
oh! She uttered. “Class ke? The lecture can wait.”
“You
know we might be giving test according to what the lecturer said the last time
in class. I am already dressed but I can still wait for you to do the same but
be fast about it.”
She
looked over at my face. “I won’t blame you for saying all these, it’s because
you have no idea who I am chatting with.”
“Of
course I know, it’s must be one of your sugar daddies.”
“Sugar
daddies?” she asked and hissed at me. “I have sacked all of them. I have
someone, a bank manager I have been dating for the past three months.”
I was
stunned because I had no clue about it. “Why wasn’t I told about it?”
“It
is because you will criticize the relationship.”
“Why should I do that?”
I asked. “It’s a good thing you are no longer dating married men. At last you
have a man of your own.”
“Who
told you he’s not a married man?”
I
widened my eyes.
She
continued to talk. “My boyfriend is married and we will get married soon.”
What
is that supposed to mean? You want to be a second wife?”
Cynthia pointed a
finger at her chest. “I can never be a second wife, God forbid! He’s leaving
his wife.”
He’s leaving his wife?”
I asked completely aback.
Yes.” she replied. “He has sent her
parking already and they will get divorced soon.”
“Does
he have children?”
“Chioma!
You ask plenty questions. Have you become a detective?”
I smiled at her joke. “No,
just answer me.”
She
eyed me. “He has three boys.”
“What
does his wife do for a living?”
Cynthia
eyed me again. “She’s a lawyer.”
“Have you
ever been to his house?”
She
shook her head. “I know where he lives but I’ve never been there. He will
invite me over after the divorce is concluded.”
I
laughed hard at her stupidity. Tears came out from my eyes as I rolled over on
the bed.
She
looked at me stunned! “Did I say anything funny?”
I
stopped laughing and sat well on the bed. “How can you believe he will leave
his three children, his barrister wife and marry an undergraduate? What can you
offer him in marriage?”
“Mstchhheeew,
my body of course.”
“Your body?” I asked. “What does
his wife have? Stick abi? Because you carried Olumo rock on your chest, you think
that can offer him anything? These days’ men do not want a liability for a
wife.”
She got angry and
slapped my hand. “Why won’t he leave his wife? They don’t love each other
anymore.”
“Do
you live with them?” I asked her. “How can you be so sure he’s saying the
truth?”
“Kunle
can never lie to me. Just leave me alone Chioma and go to class.”
“Are
you not going to class?”
“No!”
she shouted. I quickly carried my bag and went to class. Luckily for Cynthia,
the test was cancelled. We finished the lecture by 4pm and after that, I went
to a nearby market to buy some foodstuffs. I went back to the room in the
hostel, but Cynthia was not in. I went to the kitchen to prepare white rice and
fish stew. At 6:15pm, I was through with my cooking. I served myself and went
inside the room. As I was about to put a spoon of rice inside my hungry mouth,
Linda burst the door opened. I saw her face covered with tears, her eyes red, her
blouse torn, I could see a visible red mark on her left arm. I put down my
food.
“What
happened?” I asked her curiously. “Did you have a bike accident?”
“God will punish
Kunle, he will never know peace, it will not be well with him.”
I
opened my mouth. “Ahh! I thought he’s the love of your life?”
She hissed out and
wiped her face. She stopped to cry. “I was angry at what you said earlier today
about Kunle deceiving me. I wanted to prove you wrong.”
“What did you do?”
“I
went to his house.”
I
looked at her shocked. “You went to a married man’s matrimonial home to do
what?”
“I
went there to check if his wife still lives with him and I found her there.”
“Are
you serious?” I asked her and sat by her side. “Did she see you?”
“Of
course,” she replied me. “I confronted her but she laughed at me. Kunle came in
from work and instead of him to support me, he beat me up and threatened to
arrest me if I ever contact him or come close to his family again. I am
finished Chioma! What will I do?”
I rose on my
feet. “Really? You want me to advice you?”
She nodded and began to cry again.
“Cynthia
focus on your education, don’t always rely on men. Don’t you think it’s best
you bury your wayward lifestyle? Your true love will find you at the right
time. Just be patient.”
“Is
that what you will say to me?”
“What
do you think I would have told you? Kunle will never leave his family for you. Marriage
is not all about sex like the way you think. Patience, commitment,
understanding, friendship also matters. It is also not a bed of roses my dear. I
never knew I had a dull friend. It’s impossible for him to marry you except in
your dreams.” I turned my back at her to go eat. Cynthia stared at me speechless!
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