“She is such a snob”
“Because she has money now nobody will hear word again”
“<em>I tire o!</em>”
“But which one is you people’s business now?”
“<em>abeg!</em> Comfort of the afflicted, just shift to one side if you know you are going to support her”
“I’m already going <em>sef</em>.<em>Nawa</em> for you people.”
“Nawa for you too.”
Deola is such an amazing colleague. She always has a kind word to say. I wish I could be like her anytime my husband has something silly to say but hurtful words always find their way to my lips and in return they claim a well aimed blow as their prize.
Deola tells me to be patient with him but she has no idea. After all, she has never been married.
She can’t understand.
Yet as she squeezes my hand in hers, all I feel is understanding.
“You’ll be fine.” She tells me.
I can’t understand what Deola is so afraid of. Sometimes, I think if I go on one knee to propose to her she will have a cardiac arrest. Can’t she see that I love her? That I want to spend the rest of my life with her? Isn’t it obvious?
We will have yet another long argument about us this evening when we meet up for dinner. She has to listen to me. If not, there’s not point carrying on with a relationship that will not lead to having a certain Mrs Kuye.
I love her but if she doesn’t agree to marry me, she does not love me.
There’s something about this woman that comes to the pharmacy every now and then. Always during my shift. I think Tunde has an eye for her because he always wants to attend to her when she comes.
I could honestly say that I am jealous of her. She does look like she has it all together. She wears the nicest weaves, she’s tall, beautiful, has a nice car. What more could she want?
Yet, she buys the oddest things.
Anti-depressants, sleeping pills, painkillers and bath gel. Aren’t those for people with problems? People like me?
What on earth could she need them for?
These people don’t know me. They don’t know who I am. They don’t know what I’ve been through. They don’t know what I’m about.