I could not even drink myself to sleep that
night. No alcohol could numb my pain and I spent a large part of the night
re-enacting the night in my head and adding all sorts of evil things I should
have done to Femi as he left. I couldn’t pull myself together to go to work the
next day and quickly sent an sms to my boss to allow me take the day off. I
stumbled around my house in just my underwear, picking things up, arranging
things. I had Adele’s 21 album on repeat. Talk about setting the mood. Men,
Femi hit me way way way below the belt. I had mumutized big time.
It was 8:30am when my phone rang. I didn’t
bother to pick the phone, I didn’t want to talk to anyone that day. The phone
rang a few more times, and I let it ring out. Then my other phone rang, and I
knew it had to be someone real close, since few people had that number. I
stumble-walked into the room from where I stood in the parlor and checked the
caller id. It was Ossy. I picked the call and put the phone on speaker as I
flopped onto the bed.
Ossy: Hey babes
Me: Hi
Ossy: Dropped into
your office and was told you called in sick. What’s the ish dear
Me: Yeah
Ossy: An an! Which one
is this monosyllabic mode you are giving me now?
Me: Sorry
Ossy: Anyways, open
your door, I’m here
Me: Where?
As an answer, my doorbell rang. I heard it
both from outside and through my phone.
Me: What!
(Shriek) You’re at the door. Ossyyyyyyyyy
Okay, lemme tell you about Ossy before you
begin to wonder if all my travails have finally left me delusional and I’ve
started taking phone calls from an imaginary person. Ossy works in my office.
He’s an oga, so Oil and Gas money plenty, dashing dark dude, witty, intelligent
and goes out of his way to make me happy. And men, when I say goes out of his
way, I mean he wows me steady. Ossy doesn’t hide that he’s crazy about me, and
wants me to be his woman.
I’m sure by now you are wondering if I am
crazy. Here I am, going through hell and high waters to find a husband, and I
have Ossy dying to make me his wife. But I guess that’s the
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