Diary of a Loner by Aanu Odusola
THE FINAL CHAPTER
“Hope I’m not too late?” I asked,
“No, you’re right on
She went ahead to bring out the food and set the table for us to eat. We sat at the dining table this time, not on the couch. It was a not-so-delicious meal of salt with a little bit of rice.
“Sorry about the food”, She said.
“Naaaa, its nothing,” I said, still hungry.
“Let me make another
“I think I should make it this
We looked at each other and knew that it was the right thing to do then we laughed. I made the rice, we ate and moved to the couch. I was expecting some ‘action’, like the last time and I was willing to wait patiently for her to show me the signs. I thought she would want to continue from where we stopped. How wrong I was.
“Ayo, I need to talk to you about something”, She said.
“Is this a break-up?” I asked.
“We’re not even “together” to start
I thought I actually meant something though it was a short while
“I lied about Boye” She finally spoke,
“Who’s Boye?” I asked,
“My husband” She replied.
I didn’t know what to say…yet since she hadn’t said the truth yet.
“What do you mean he’s not dead?” I asked surprised, that was the last thing I expected to hear.
“When I met you and we got talking, I didn’t want to have anything to do with you but we connected somehow and I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth” She continued.
“Hmmmm….what’s he in jail for?” I asked,
“This house is one of the properties we acquired, I came from a poor home but Boye changed my life and that of my family, he made me what I am today and I don’t think it’s fair doing this (she pointed at both of us) to him while we’re still married, I still love him
I didn’t know what to do or say, I knew I needed to spend some time alone, to get over her. I held her close for a while I digested everything I just heard.
She was right though, she shouldn’t cheat on her man, and even if she wanted to, not with me at least. I had nothing to offer except love and sex and I might not be faithful still.
“When would he be back?” I asked, wanting to know how much time I had to get over her.
“I didn’t want to lie anymore, you’re the only one I’ve been this close to since it happened and I think you deserve to know the truth” She continued.
“I have to leave Sewa, I need some time
“I understand, thank you for everything Ayo, I’m glad I met you, I have no regrets knowing you”, She said.
“Thank you too
I couldn’t bear the thought of being without her so soon. Why was I even pained? What was I even expecting from a mother of three? Or was she lying about the kids too? Well, I wasn’t going to ask her
As soon as I got to my apartment, I called my fluctuating girlfriend, broke up with her and she sounded indifferent about it. I was quite happy about that, I didn’t need any more trouble in my life. I’ve had enough. I wanted to be free, like Peter maybe, heartless. Sandra knocked on my door not long after. I wasn’t in the mood, I needed the peace and quiet. I needed to grieve. It was a short while but it felt deep and to even think that everything was a lie when I was nothing but honest. Well, I lied about my master’s programme but hers was too much, all at once. It was all good though. I knew it was going to end sooner or later but I didn’t think it would end as fast as this. That was the end of Sewa and I. We never spoke or saw again after that.
“Peter how far?” I said,
I slept over the thought of whether to tell Peter about Sandra and
“I dey o, how you dey
“I never know o, that your babe
“Which one?” He
“That Sandra babe wey come that night” I responded.
“How she know your room? Forget that one first,
“She be my landlord
“Chai, my guy, hope you no dull am?” He
“I no wan
“When I tell you that time say
That settled. Back to the present now. It’s December already and our end of the year party is fast approaching. The one
They’re expecting me to introduce them to my life partner but I don’t even have one. I have my personal assistant though who acts like bae on several occasions since we still got “together” every now and then. Peter advised me to get serious with her but I don’t know, I’ve not decided yet. Oh, Peter eventually found someone who made love again and they finally got married, did I say find? He got married to Sandra, my landlord’s daughter not minding whatever she had done with his friends. True love indeed!
Seconds turned into minutes which also turned into hours then into days and weeks and tada! The end of the year party is here. Starts by eighteen o’clock. Apart from music, food and other things, one of the things we do is presentation of gifts to customers who have brought in a lot of money and also referred us the most, who through their referrals, we also made a lot of money. We give them and their spouses our latest design as a thank you. Topping the list of the customers to be awarded at this year’s even is Mr. B. I handle the presentation of gifts. Most of the customers usually come with their spouses.
“The best customer for this year goes to
Somehow, his wife looked so familiar so I wanted her to get closer so I can take a closer look at her. Guess who it was? Sewa. Apparently,
“Thank you so much for this
“Hey, thank you for
She had been so hard-working regardless of the kind of relationship we’d been having.
“I’m just doing my job but you’re
So help me God.