In order to prevent myself from further hurt, i lied to Funke that i was
low on credit and would therefore call her later. This was probably a
good decision because it also helped to conceal my tears. I crept back
into my room , and lay on my bed like a rejected piece of good. Well
how was i different from that?
I pondered over the last 3 days,
how worried i had been about Funke when i couldnt reach her, i pondered
about how well she appreciated my worry over her with cold responses. I
pondered about the tears falling freely from my eyes , i asked myself
whether it was the same me who found it hard to shed a tear drop when i
lost an aunt the previous year....
It was about a week since Funke
had accepted my proposal, the bulk of my thoughts, money and time was
expended on her one way or the other, yet the best i could get in return
was those responses...in between those thoughts, i found myself
dialling her number once more, when she picked up , i found myself
apologising for disturbing her the other time...i asked about her
upcoming exams to which she responded positively, much to the delight of
my hitherto sobber heart for reasons beyond me.
After the call, I
concluded the same way Nnu Ego had concluded in 'the joys of motherhood'
according to her, if you don't have children , the longing for them
will kill you, If you have children the worry over them will kill
you...my case was similar ''if you don't have a lover, the longing for
them will kill you, when you finally think you found love, the worry
over such love will kill you''!!!!
My conclusion wasn’t enough to deter me from loving Funke, rather it only made me love her more.
A
few days later, I traveled back to school without even seeing Funke,
when I had requested that I’d like us to meet, she told me in clear
terms ‘it is not possible’, I accepted my fate or what choice hath a
beggar?
When I returned to school, I couldn’t hold myself from
breaking the news of my relationship to my friends which earned me
mockery till date. Mt had requested for a pics of the supposed
girlfriend and I told him I had none, this really angered him, he asked
whether I met her in person, and I replied in the negative, he concluded
I was probably joking because he failed to understand how a
relationship would thrive on phone calls only.
During my discussion
with Mt, Id walked in- Id was one of our very close friends then, he
took interest in our discussion and also requested to see her picture,
when I told him I had none, he burst out into minutes of laughter, Mt
joined him and they both laughed at what they thought was acute
foolishness on my part.
I didn’t allow their remarks deter me , but
they and some of my other friends kept asking so many questions , I
replied all of their questions in an enthusiastic manner , this really
cracked them up, I didn’t understand the reason for their laughter
then...but today, I think I do.
On one of such occasions I was on
one of such long calls with my love, when Id came to my room , he
patiently waited for me to end the call, and I ended in the usual way
lovers do;
‘I love you’
Funke;’ok,bye’
After the call, Id
inquired whether or not she replied in a like manner; I simply told him
she had never told me she loved me. He insisted I call her back, right
at that moment, I did and repeated ‘I love you’ , she replied in her
usual manner, Id noticed this and he suddenly seized the phone from
me!!!
I already knew his motive of seizing the phone from me and therefore
didn’t bother wrestling it from him. I knelt down and begged him not to
speak to her, at least not with that intention. He had planned to
question her whether she truly loved me or was jus whiling away time
with me, luckily for me the call went off due to poor network and didn’t
connect for that moment.
I was in love, not only with my heart but
with all the parts of my body, the feeling I felt having whenever I
listened to Funke’s voice was priceless, I was so crazy about her to the
extent that I recorded our conversation and played it over and over
again , just to listen to her voice, usually anytime I speak with her, a
big smile appears on my face and it lasts for as long as the memory of
the call does. Funke was actually my happiness, my blessing , my food ,
my medicine …in fact Funke was me…I spend at least 30 minutes on phone
with her, talking and talking about how much I love her, this really ate
up a substantial part of my pocket money made worse by the fact that we
used different networks. But I wasn’t bothered at all, I was determined
to spend my blood on her..And so I continued the spending…
It
happened that I was in a Mt’s room on one of such occasions after
speaking to Funke, one of his roommates made an observation about
seeing me in different corners of the hostel making long calls and
according to him it was surely a girl, Mt went on to narrate what I told
him about the relationship to his roommate, Donjaz as his roommate was
called , after listening to Mt’s version went ahead to lambast me for
being a fake Lagos guy. In his words ‘guy u Bleep up o and u sure say u
come from Lagos? Person dey for Lagos guy dey Romance am, u dey here dey
waste money dey buy card...sha I no blame u, na love u dey find, no be
person like me wey dey find yansh’.
Everyone thereby present
laughed at his utterances and as if to add salt to my injury , someone
playfully added ‘loverboy’ and another wind of laughter blew …a name my
friends would call me till date.
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