"Place me like a seal over your heart like a seal on your arm: for love is as strong as death... It burbs like blazing fire, like a mighty flame." (Song of songs 8:6)
It's been five days since Yimika left for Abuja. It was his secretary that informed me. I wonder what he went to do there that was so urgent he couldn't wait to tell me.
I hum as I prepare food. I just feel led to cook and to check his house today. I don't know why. Maybe I will find someone who is hungr. I reason as I put the piping hot jollof rice into a warmer. I check the chicken and ensure it has fried enough before putting it in another bowl. I also fry plantains before I switch the gas off and decide to freshen up before stepping out. I wear a t-shirt on a black skirt.
I get to his house wondering what next to do. I hoot the car horn and the gate opens. I knock at his door and when I didn't get any answer, I enter. I have never been to his house before but I followed the descriptions on the bulletin. His house and cell numbers are at the back of the bulletin. I look around appreciating how neat and orderly things are.
I follow the sounds of plates hitting each other and it leads to the kitchen. Yimika stands at the sink looking frustrated. He looks good in the top and trousers he's wearing though his hair is another story.
He runs his hands through his hair and bows his head probably praying. He looks up again and I clear my throat before entering. He jumps at the sudden movement and he puts his hands on his chest obviously scared.
"You scared me," he says narrowing his eyes to me.
"Hello" I say, smiling as I enter further into the kitchen. "How was your trip?" I place the black nylon I brought onto the worktop. He stares at me for a while before replying.
"My trip was good...thank God," he says. His eyes shifts to the nylon and back to me.
"What's that?" He asks looking at it suspiciously.
I smile before saying "Food"
"Oh my God!" He screams before coming to give me a surprise hug. I hug him back though I feel a little bit awkward..
"I'm sorry. It's just that I am so excited. I was actually looking for what to eat and I was getting angry at myself for not preparing anything to keep before I travelled. You are a life saver," he tells me as he carries the food to the table and opens it, dishing out two plates for the two of us. We start eating as we talk about all that has happened since he travelled...
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A MONTH LATER.
"Where are you taking me to?" I ask as Yimika pulls me forward. We decided to spend one Saturday at the Bar beach and presently, he's taking me to an unknown destination. Soon, he comes to a stop and then looks at me waiting for something.
Later, he just gets down on one of his knees and I can swear that I am imagining things though as a Christian it's not good to swear. In movies, the next thing the guy usually says is "will you marry me?" Oh my God, if this is what is happening right now I'm gonna faint. He brings out a box and I can assure you that all this is true till he opens the box and I see the smile on his face.
"Will you marry me?" He asks. I see the ring in the box. It's indeed beautiful. But that smile seemed to be mocking me. Tears stung in my eyes and I see his smile grow. He was enjoying the way he humiliated me. Before I know it, I land a slap on his face. He looks surprised and I am also surprised at myself too at the level of anger I still possess.
"All I asked from you is that you be my friend. I don't need anybody to mock me or make jest of me and if you think because you know everything about me, you can humiliate me, then sorry for you. You have missed it greatly. I hate you and I hate me for thinking that maybe this was true anyway. Who would even want to marry a girl who isn't complete? Who would want to marry a girl like me. Paul was right after all." I say before storming off. Yimika tries to call me, standing and running after me. He catches up with me and he tries to touch me. I glare at him.
"Don't try to touch me," I say. I can see hurt flicker on his face but he doesn't say anything. I pick my bag from where it lay and I walk away.
"God, why would You have allowed him to do that to me? I am still vulnerable; still trying to learn more about You. Why did he have to come up with this? Why?" I ask as I walk to my car.
"Touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm"
"Is that all You will say? Great, my life totally sucks." I think bitterly before driving away.
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