By this time, hot tears were hanging loosely from the corners of my eyes…
“I’m sorry Folahan
I messed this up”
“You didn’t mess anything up
You did nothing wrong” He responded
“I did…I messed this up way before I met you
I ruined this in the past and it just caught up with the present”
“I don’t understand
What are you saying Ara mi?”
I tried but I couldn’t bring myself to say it…
“I’m so sorry Folahan” I said as I grabbed my handbag and ran.
Before Folahan could snap back to reality, I was already outside…the soldier by the gate was too confused to stop me. I jumped on the first commercial motorcycle I saw and instructed the guy to just take me away from that vicinity as fast as possible.
Folahan was running after me and calling my name but I just had to leave.
Somehow, I found my way to the Airport…I just wanted to get back to Abuja, although I didn’t know how that would help me.
I needed to be as far away from all of this as possible. But the farther I went, the clearer the picture became….the louder the bells of reality rung. I had turned my phone off because I knew it would be ringing nonstop.
After speaking a lot of grammar with the Airline people in Lagos, I made it to Abuja and the moment I stepped in my room, I knew I had made the stupidest mistake of my life.
My sadness soon turned into anger…I could only blame someone, God.
How could God send Folahan my way? He knew the story and the connection…was He just trying to be funny?
I crashed into my bed and started to cry…
To be continued
