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Standing there, transfixed looking at my best friend look back at me sent shivers down my spine. He broke the awkward silence after about 10seconds.
“Uhm… Wow! … Uh.. I didn’t expect to find you here John, its really uh.. shocking and uh.. unexpected… Na real wa!”, said Stanley, so calmly.
Even though I knew I had been caught red handed, I still tried to save my face and hers of course, as the ground hadn’t opened up to swallow us up and save us from the shame. I found myself “misyarning” (talking without thinking first).
“Uh…….Yeah! Uhm… Things change and people change, we were just chi……. chilling”.
I looked at her for that confirmatory nod for affirmation and she didn’t disappoint. I tried to think of a million things to say, but at that point I was blank and stupid-looking like “Dum dum” in “Night at the museum”.
“So uh…. How was ur day man?”, I blurted.
The situation was so shitty and no one had anything concrete to say. We stood there for like 20 minutes asking each other irrelevantly stupid and unrelated questions that had obvious answers, till Idy stepped up as my ‘lady in shiny armor’ to save the day.
“Wow! Look at the time guys…. I think its rather late and way past my bedtime…and I think i’ll need to head back to my hostel”.
That certainly did the trick and ended the weird awkwardness, soon we were all in the car, acting like nothing happened, well almost. Neither Stanley nor Idy uttered a word. It was like we were at a graveyard or something, I could actually hear my watch ticking away. I couldn’t “jam-up” as I thought it would be inappropriate to start playing music, I mean supposing a track came on that made reference to the unspoken situation.
Idy said her goodbyes and alighted in front of her hostel. We were left in the car and Stanley still not saying anything even after I dropped him off in his hostel. I had already played out different possible scenes in my head and I had a million things to say to him, had he said anything. His silence hurt me more than a million words could and guilt consumed me when I got back to my apartment. I tried to eat but couldn’t, played cool blues to stimulate the higher centers of my brain to relax and thus initiate sleep but that had no effect either. I even went as far as taking a “valium” pill to help induce sleep but to no avail. I was shocked when I realized what the time was after the seemingly unending lifetime, it was just 1:30am. I swear I had imagined it would be 4am or something. I started wondering if time had paused because of my betrayal or if I was still sane.
After a lot of thinking, I finally decided to ping him, hoping he’ld have slept off by that time so I could justify my conscience saying I tried. But to my surprise, my “Hey sup “ was immediately replied with
“Nice work John”
Before my “Its not what you think” could even deliver, I started getting tons of pings from him.
“I trusted you”
“How could you do this to me”
“Bawo l’o se se eleyi si mi, ore mi”
At this point, I stopped to absorb what was going on. I had known Stanley practically all my life, and I knew he was Yoruba but he was known to speak nothing but English at all times even while doing “mishai” or whenever he had dealings with any handyman or artisans. There was never a telltale sign to show he was Yoruba as he never spoke Yoruba or even “Pidgin- English” for that matter. While I was still trying to crack my brain to understand the seemingly complex yoruba message I had received earlier, I got another ping,
“Ma see fun e”
For the record, I can’t speak yoruba or any Nigerian language for that matter, just English and a couple of translations of rotten words in about 4 different languages.
You know that feeling you get when you know someone is insulting you in his language or a language you don’t understand and you don’t know what exactly is being said? Well, that was the vibe I got that very moment, so I decided to stop replying his pings and took another tablet of “valium”. Soon, my eyelids started to close uncontrollably as I felt very weak all over. The next time I opened my eyes was 1pm the next day. The first thing that crossed my mind was to go through my phone. I saw a couple of unimportant pings, 3 missed calls and a message. Nothing from Stanley. The 3 missed calls were from Idy and the message read thus,
“I really don’t understand you at all. Is this one of the sick games you play on those your girls or what? One moment your with my best friend, the next, you’re asking me out, knowing fully well that your best friend has a thing for me. You tried to force a kiss on me after claiming to love me, yet you couldn’t even be descent enough or be a gentleman and call or text me afterwards, who the hell does that? Who do you think you are? Anyway, for your information, I’m not one of those stupid girls that don’t know the reason why they came to school. I’m not interested in whatever your asking me for or whatever you have to offer. I do not want to be involved in any of your games.
I was stunned, not only was my best friend angry with me, she was too. At that point, I didn’t know if I did the right thing by making a move on her in the first place.
[To be continued ]
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