Read Part 2 here.
At this point, I would like to say that what I did was unethical and morally wrong, but looking back at it, it’s side effects and the events that followed, I don’t think I was so wrong afterall. I’m justified with my actions and have no regrets! If I had a chance, I’ll do exactly what I did all over again even sooner than I did in this case. I’m sure you’re wondering what i did right? Let’s just say I’m not as sick, evil and twisted as I’m painted to be here. I have a conscience, and a heart that is capable of the word, “LOVE”.
Back to the story, my path down this unexpected road started about 2 months after I met Joan and Idy at the eatery. After weeks of covering up for Stanley, I had to keep Idy company and lie on his behalf. This happened so often that even when it wasn’t planned, I’ll still cover for him saying he was ill, indisposed or whatever lie my tongue could manage. I must say it got me spending more than “10 minutes” with Idy. The first serious time with Idy happened on my way to my apartment after dropping Stanley and Uju at a hotel to chill. While driving by my church, I saw someone that had a striking resemblance to Idy, being that it wasn’t too far from the hotel, I stopped just to confirm if she was the one, and if she was, cover for my boy by taking her away from that vicinity.
In pulling over, I realized my guess was right, the lady was infact Idy. We exchanged pleasantries, and immediately I found out she had actually been waiting for Stanley in front of the church. To distract her from thinking about Stanley and of course covering up for him, Idy and I got talking and what was meant to be just a 2mins hello had turned into 2 hours of talking. Wow, I thought. Suddenly, I realized she was actually quite different from other girls I was used to hooking up with or running into, real, smart, pretty, down to earth, and had a thing for chocolates and music. The part that blew me away was the fact that I could strike a conversation with her and feel challenged- I could actually communicate! It was refreshing to speak to a girl who wasn’t saying things she was expected to say or things that I just wanted to hear – I couldn’t predict her line of thought or choice of words, her command of English was impressive, of which I found out much later that reading literature was her thing.
Sides that, she was well exposed, enlightened and with a vast repertoire of know-how’s, I was speechless(in my heart tho). She even corrected me on some of my lame ‘french’ pick-up lines, indeed she was good! I actually had a chance to be myself and genuinely smile and laugh after many years in a university of the same ol’ -same ol’ mundane routine. The day clearly ended very well especially for me.
The next day, I visited the lawn tennis court to get fit and realized I had left my tennis balls behind in my apartment. I spotted a young cutie removing her racket from its pouch, a quick tap just to ask her if she has spare tennis balls and it turned out that the cutie was infact Idy. The heavens must have dropped an extra dose of luck for me on this day. We ended up not playing lawn tennis that day, we talked for close to 3 hours behind the lawn tennis court instead. She even made me stroll with her for close to a quarter of a mile(i assume). It was just the two of us. We went to the school museum and even the school garden (these were sweet spots back then). Everything was perfect, it was fun all the way, every second of it. I dropped her in front of her hostel really late that day with a huge smile on my face.
Everyday was like an amazing revelation of parts of her I never could have imagined existed, I always wanted more. I always wanted to be with her. I was shocked at how hanging out with her made me feel and how happy I had become. We kept hanging out day after day and suddenly the question of where Stanley was started fading. He was preoccupied anyway with Uju so he didn’t even realize Idy and I were getting close.
Eventually, we stopped talking about abstract things and started talking about each other, our likes, dislikes, hobbies, secrets, hopes, dreams and ambitions. Everything seemed like a match made in heaven and soon after I started to feel really sad and disturbed as Stanley was my best friend, a friend I had known practically all my life, and she on the other hand, was “that” girl, the kind you see once in your life time and once you mess up your chance to be with her, poof! she’ll disappear. I was really sad and decided to stay away from her for a couple of days.
I made up my mind to come clean and called Stanley to my apartment and told him what he was doing was wrong, that he should stick to one girl rather than hold on to both, and that following in my footsteps would leave him unhappy, heartless and ultimately hurt. I guess, I didn’t do a good job at presenting the message I had planned to pass across, as he took offense at my referral to him following in my footsteps. We weren’t quarreling, he just wasn’t the same anymore. He became cold, made unnecessarily flimsy excuses for standing me up, read and ignored my pings, missed my calls and hardly called back on countless occasions. But to me, I now had a clearer mind to carry on with Idy.
After about a month, things between Idy and I got really intense and heavy. It was late November, and people were getting ready to go home for the Christmas break early the next month. I had gotten so addicted to Idy that I didn’t know when on one our usual friendly visits to the school garden, I admitted to her how much I cared about her and before she could even comprehend what I had said, I found my lips had met her super-soft upper lip at first and then both lips, she tried to push me off initially but after a few seconds she stopped trying to and just sort of froze. In my head my thoughts where was it ’cause she knew I was stronger, or because she was tired of fighting me off, or because she was still trying to comprehend what all this was about. While I was still confused at her reaction after pouring out my heart and confessing my love for her and thinking of readjusting myself and man ego, I heard my name and it was not the person in front of me. It was a voice I knew. A voice, very familiar to me. I turned around to see who was disturbing a special life defining moment, and lo and behold it was Stanley looking me straight in the eyes, almost directly into my soul………