You and I

Hello Lovies 🙂 It’s Mayowa here. I am so sorry that i didn’t post anything for ‘THEIR STORIES’ yesterday. I was busy but, that’s no excuse. I plan to be more dedicated and consistent next time. Thanks for understanding.
So I also write stories but one kain spirit stops me from posting my stories. I feel they should be for me and me alone but that’s crap. There is no way i will know if my stories are making sense if you don’t read them and give me feedbacks. Anyhoo, this is one of the stories i wrote sometime ago (you will be seeing more of those ‘sometime ago’ stories). I enjoyed writing it and reading it and i’m sure you will enjoy reading this too. Oya, let me stop talking. Have fun reading and biko, share and use the comment box. you must comment o *straight face*

“sing to me baby…”

“*Ololufe, iwo lo kan mi yan. I love you, you love me. we will grow old together and have plenty children. We will die old together* I love you babe.”

“… and I you.”

“You and I…

Baby, you and I…”

I was sitting in KFC eating dry chips and over fried chicken. The KFC here in Nigeria is so different from the one in Uk. You won’t even believe the ridiculous prices they sell their food and how people flock there just because it is a western establishment. Chips and chicken that we paid £1:99 for is more than 2,000 naira here. How ridiculous! You would have laughed and hissed at the way people over dress to come to KFC and how they snap pictures upon pictures like they have never been in a restaurant before; how they change the way they talk like they are not talking to fellow Nigerians. You would have said some of the words of Hon Patrick Obahiagbon that would have sent me reeling with laughter. You would have put a hand on my shoulder to pull me close to you so you could kiss me not minding if people were staring. You always said we Nigerians have problems; cringing at public show of affection when its nothing in the UK. You love the UK. One would have thought you were born there with the way you talked about Uk and condemned your own country. Well you didn’t talk like us anymore. Twenty years of living in Uk had twisted your tongue and totally changed your way of life but, you still understood and spoke Yoruba though it sounded “oyinbo-ish.”

“you and I…

Baby, you and I…”

I don’t know what made me go to the food court that cold day in December. Infact, I don’t know what made me decide to spend Christmas in London with my aunt rather than go to Scotland with my friends. Is there anything like fate? Because fate brought me to London and it definitely brought me to that food court. Fate made the food court jam packed that day. Fate made the table I sat on repulsive to any other person that might have sat on the empty chair opposite me. fate made you walk up to me to ask if you could sit. I didn’t care and I didn’t know what fate had in store for me. fate made you say, “hello! Are you a Nigerian?” or maybe that was just you. I still don’t know what made you know I hated eating alone. I asked and you said, “I am psychic.” You said it exuding confidence and I laughed. I felt relaxed talking to a stranger and listening to the arrogant stranger talk about his travels and insult my country like it is shit. I would have hated the stranger and felt he was full of himself. I would have been rude and ate my food in silence. I might have hissed out loud and cursed in Yoruba because of the way he talked like he was the most important person in the world. I would have definitely stood up after he said, “how many children have you given birth to? Your weight needs a serious check.” I would have called him an insolent bastard, hissed, carried my bag and left the table. But, I did none of that. MAYBE IT WAS FATE OR MAYBE IT WAS HIS CHARM.

“you and I…

 Baby, you and I…”

 I found myself listening to Love songs that would have irked me three months after meeting the arrogant stranger. I found myself thinking about him and wanting to travel to London to see him. I found myself staying awake to Skype with him though I would never have played with my sleep. I found myself listening to my friends talk about the physics of love and how it affects one’s psyche. I found myself checking the mirror carefully after they told me I was looking finer and that’s what love does. I found myself paying attention to my nails, my hair and my clothes. I found myself signing up for the gym and working out religiously like my life depended on it. I found myself eating vegetables and letting go of the burgers and pizzas that were my breakfast, lunch and dinner. I found myself dancing and singing on the road. I found myself amused whenever my friends called me: “the girl that was crazy in love” and whenever my crazy Nigerian friends told me: “I go love o. na so love dey do person. Wumi I go love o.”

“you and I…

 Baby, you and I…”

 I found a job in London and I moved there. My aunty was thrilled not knowing I didn’t move there for her. I moved to London because of ‘temi nikan. Eni ti okan mi yan.’ My aunty would ask about this faceless man that penetrated through her Nieces’ heart the way no other man could.

Kunle : Ekasan ma. Shey ewa dada. Ko si wahala Kankan and everything lo dada fun yin.

He said with a big grin on his face and he had my aunty falling in love just like I had. He had her overlooking his arrogance. He had my aunty pulling me to the kitchen to tell me, “that’s the man for you o Omowumi. You know I have been praying and fasting. God has finally brought the man we prayed for and that is the man that will make you give my sister grandkids.” He had my aunty going on her knees: “Olorun, eyin le she yi o.” He had my aunty pounding yam though she had not done that in years. Not even for her husband that begged. He had me feeling happy and satisfied with myself. Kunle had this thing about him, words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, you would have found yourself saying ‘thank you’ when he insulted you because, it won’t have clicked to you that it was an insult because of the cute way he would say it. He was a chocolate skinned guy with broad shoulders. He had perfectly manicured nails. His tiny eyes were capable of making you feel like he was holding you in his heart. His scent… hmmm! A loquacious speaker, a neat freak, an arrogant guy, a romantic guy.

“you and I…

 Baby, you and I…”

 He went to Nigeria for the first time in twenty years. He almost vomited at the airport because of the smell. He told one of the officers at the airport that he should be arrested for asking for bribe. I could not stop laughing as the officer’s mouth went wide open I was afraid a fly would go in. He looked at Kunle and told the others not to disturb him. “Oyinbo le le yi o. okan jo dudu ni”, he said not knowing Kunle understood Yoruba. My mother fell in love with him, my father drank wine with him and talked about the economy and politics with him. My sister went shopping with him and came back with tales about how he is the perfect man for me. my brother went to play Golf with him and I was shocked when my over-protective brother said, “he is cool. I give you my blessings.” In three weeks, he managed to wow my family members. “I love you baby. You’ve got to marry me. Will you marry me?”

He was too proud to go on a knee but, he brought out the 8 carat gold ring and had my aunty saying yes even before I could come back to reality from my shocked state. Two years of dating, of studying one another, of going for counseling, of keeping myself for you. Two years of us waiting for you to explore my sexuality on the night after I was to say “I do”. Then you had to die of cancer, cancer that Doctors told us was gone. You had to be rushed to the hospital while I awaited you to come and say those vows you were so nervous about. The vows you showed my aunty who had become your best friend. The vows aunty showed me when I wouldn’t get out of my wedding gown.

“you and I…

Baby, you and I…

We have finally made it here

You are finally going to say yes to me in front of man and God

I love you babe

Ore mi; iya mi; onitemi

I promise to always hold your hand and never run out of my charm

I will sing to you every day and speak Yoruba to you though you would laugh

You will see rain drops through the eyes of my heart when you say ‘I do’

You will see forever though it’s not seeable when the pastor says: “you may kiss the bride”

… and I will kiss you always and forever.”

 I remember you today Kunle. I remember you everyday but, I really remember you today. It’s only you that will understand that statement. “you and I forever baby! Forever. It’s being three years now and I have met someone that shows ‘you and I’ is really forever because, that someone is the you that re-incarnated.”

“you and I…

Baby, you and I…”

  • Toyole
    August 9, 2014

    I really really like this story! I remember reading it last year and it still had the same effect in me!

    • Oluwamayowa Depo Oyedokun
      August 9, 2014

      …and I thought one of this blog’s dedicated supporters has forgotten me. I’m glad it still has the same effect.
      Madam, i left messages on your BBM o and we are all waiting to read something from you. That book you are reading is taking you away from me *sob sob*

  • oyinda
    August 10, 2014

    This is really beautiful. It looks like something Chimamanda’s stories inspired.

  • frances
    September 28, 2014

    This tore at the strings of my heart.cheesy right? But true.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *