After a night in Kano, I was set to return to Lagos. I checked out earlier than I should as I do not particularly like hotels, and sat there in the lobby listening to songs off my phone to kill the 25 minutes before my colleagues came down.
I had transferred most of my songs from way back onto my BB, plus some new songs – with an 8gigabyte memory card I could easily do that. It took me a while but then I realized that every so often I would push the ‘Next’ button; not because I did not like the song playing, not because the song was not any good, but because at some point that song had been ‘our song’, then they had been replaced by others, and then yet others…
Her story has been told before. All but this part right here. And she travelled East by road. To help the trip pass quickly, she bought a CD to listen to as she drove. Straight away she called me, excitement suffusing her voice. “Hey babes, guess what I am listening to?” I rolled my eyes before replying. “Absolutely no idea, love. Turn the volume up and maybe I will be able to tell.”
She cranked the volume up high, so high my head started throbbing. But then I heard it and grinning like an idiot I said, “No way! Where did you get it?”
“Bought it.” Came her reply.
Before then I had heard Lemar’s “Lullaby” once before and instantly fell in love with the song, and after then we played it every night before bed – no matter who was where. It became ‘our song’.
Then we broke up. I broke us up a few days before my birthday. She had planned a surprise party for me, and following the break up told me about it. Ruined the surprise, but she figured that was the only way to get me to attend. And she was correct.
On the day our friends gathered, drinks and food flowed and we were all having a jolly good time. There were just three of us at the party who knew we were through, so when Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable” came on, we both exchanged a knowing smile. She still swears till this day that it was coincidental, but while he inserted the CD, she set it to that track. Though she married him the other Saturday, and has since had two kids with him, I hear any of those songs start up and I push ‘Next’.
That was exactly what she was when we first met. It was not to be for long. We kicked it off almost instantly and I got into all kinds of trouble for her. When I came back on the shelf, she walked into the bargain store and chose me.
When we started, she got a lot of calls: threats, advice and fore-warning that I was going to do to her what I did to “them“. And that she would not have anyone to blame but herself since she “stole him from someone“. Whitney Houston and Deborah Cox’s “Same script different cast” became my ring tone for her. In time her ‘mystery advisers’ tired of their antics.
We had many a beautiful song. One, it would seem, for every time of the day. We usually woke up to Tim McGraw’s “Good morning Beautiful“, quickly followed by Chris de Burgh’s “Lady in Red” (for no reason than that we both really liked it). Whenever my phone rang, Ginuwine’s “Differences” lets me know she was the caller, and then there was Adam Sandler’s “Wanna Grow Old with You” from the Wedding Singer (purely because that was my plan from the day I set my eyes on her).
So I made some bad decisions, and I am living with the consequences, but I still plan to grow old with her; even if it is from the other end of a PDA or a Social network.
About her much has been said, but still not enough. Suffice it to say she carries my seed.
Meeting her while still carrying a torch for another did not make things easy for her. For a long time I wouldn’t acknowledge the possibility of what we might have. Eventually though, I told myself there was no point putting my heart in ‘Pause’, yearning for days past and ignoring lessons learned. So I said “Let’s do this.” She loved Keisha Cole so much “Heaven Sent” became her ring tone on my phone. And by some random accident, I found out that Robin Thicke’s”Lost without You” was her ring tone for me. Once we were out to see a movie, ‘Bride Wars’ and a song caught my attention. From that day I played her Gloria Estefan’s “You’ve Made Me So Very Happy” at least once a day. It was all gravy, though not so smooth sailing until I said “Enough“.
We have been apart eight months now, and in that time I have had more than ample opportunity to go over how things went South. Those thoughts more often than not leave me with a wry smile. We still talk and when she let’s herself call me these days, it is the sound of Melanie Fonda’s “It Kills Me” that alerts me to her calls.
I have refused to fully commit to anyone since then, and my few forays have been so short lived there are insufficient memories to dedicate songs to. Unless of course you count my love affair with you, my 360nobs readers.
I have let a lot of songs speak to me as, week after week, I share my life’s experiences with you. So many, that should I list them – OyeAKD can take a vacation.
Just last night, Miz Parker sent me this via Twitter: “So I’m actually trying to study bt den I remember its Friday 2mor nd I get to read from @franque_521… Built up anticipation; books closed!” My day was made.
Let me say here that it is for you, all of you, that I write; for this singular reason dat I work my grey cells to death, punch the keypad on my BB that has given me calluses…
So this morning, having skipped quite a number of songs to listen to Taylor Swift’s “Our Song“, I realized that song there is OUR SONG and I had to share it with you. With all of you.
PS: I have the song on repeat, grinning like a Cheshire cat, filled with a warm feel all the way to my toes as I got on the shuttle for the airport. For if birds sing after a storm, why should people not feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?