Like a beast growling, unsure of its mortal fate, i wait and prepare to rip to pieces the predator in my line of sight that has now turned prey. I simmered first and then I boiled. You can not, envision the thoughts going through my head right now. Only real human beings eh, the ones that have genuine feelings, that don't masquerade their emotions can understand how I am feeling right now.
Really, where did I go wrong? I try not to sin, not to envy people. I live within my means and all my friends know me. If I don't have or can't afford it. I never sugar coat it. Spiritually self, I try, I go to church every Sunday. Em, maybe once a month but I try to renew my relationship with baba God every time I sin or think of sin which isn't that often.
I swear to God who made me, 'men' are the reason women sin.
True, before this Hollywood notion called 'love' entered my head eh, I was fine. Until all of you started accusing me of having no feelings that I should give this creature called man, a chance. Now see where I am. In my car, speechless.
Anyho', if you don't know what I am talking about eh, let me put you up to speed.
'Akoba adaba, olorun ma je ki a ri. Frank o, you won't kill me before I born my triplets for Mr H'.
See me see trouble o. Boodilicious hot babe, like me, in all my awesomeness was on the phone. With my one and only Mr. H, of course. Feeling very satisfied with myself that I had brushed, Frank the lying married bastard away, with no remorse.
Holy ghost fire, just said; 'look up at your rare view mirror'.
What was Frank doing on his knees? Lord knows, I didn't see him. I must have ran him over, or something. Because, I felt his body hit my car and slammed on the brakes.
A rush of emotions flooded my very being, this was not a game. It was a human beings life on the line. I stopped the car and ran out screaming. All my phonetics disappeared and the local Yoruba girl in me came out. I prayed, clasped both hands over my head and rocked myself with heavy thick accented prayer's, incantations i didnt even know i knew, spewed out of my mouth in my mother tongue. Screaming, I rocked both my hands in front of me and imagined all Frank's body parts gushing out blood and started crying.
At the back of my car, I knelt down beside a shocked Frank, lying awkwardly on his back. In that moment, all was forgotten, the aso ebi I bought with my own money for a phantom 'introduction and engagement' party dept was forgiven. I just wanted him alive.
Scared and shaken, I held his face and scrutinized him for bruises. My body was trembling, my hands vibrated so hard, he held and steadied them. We watched each other and both apologized at the same time. A flood of emotions betrayed me and my heart did a back flip as questions engulf my stupid helium floating gumption. Why did you have to betray me? Why couldn't our love be true?
'I'm sorry, I miss you, I love you, no one else matters, nothing else exists but you, my sweet sweet Ade, my sugar special Valentine....' His words made me laugh between crying and then....
Inches apart, my boss came rushing out. He was screaming so loud, I could not decipher his words.
Frank quickly stood up and explained to my boss, that his laces were lose, so he knelt to fix it and didn't know I was reversing. He had barely professed his love when he quickly discarded it. I had not even remembered Valantine was round the corner. And silly me was still Basking, remembering our last Valantine together, when it started to sink in.
The shock started wearing out and I felt for the first time gravels digging into my knees. Quietly, I stood up and dusted all the tiny sand particle's from my hand and knees, straightened my skirt and entered my car.
Big disgrace, my body and soul had betrayed me. I still had feelings for Frank.
I put on my seat belt and sighed heavily, Frank stood by my window and gave me a friendly tug on the shoulders and declared he had no broken bones. He was in form and stayed in character, performing well in front of my boss, his in-law. And then Frank handed me my car keys, I didn't even notice it was missing.
I was mad and furious.
All that played, on my mind was, what kind of fool would love Frank? A man that lies unapologetically. A man that would never be mine? Let me just stop you there oooo, I know what you are thinking. He can leave his wife for me, don't even go there.
Before I officially accosted Frank and his wife, I had my suspicions. No proof, just some quiet whisper inside. When I challenged him, he chose to lie. He specializes in lying and lets not forget, he spread rumors that I was stalking him. So lets let this chameleon go, its all a game to him. For all I know, he planned this accident. You know what, I don't care.
Under the watchful eye of my boss and Frank, i reversed as if i was taking a driving test. As i looked back at them, Frank watched me and ran his fingers from his sideburns to the beard that was not there. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, my heart was beating at an alarming speed. I had to massage it and breath slowly to slow it down, I am in trouble.
I drove off quick and fast, who will I call ooooo?
My phone rings and I pray its Mr. H or is it Frank? I need special deliverance ooo. Instead, its Khadijatu. She has been calling and texting me since Frank and I broke up. Maybe screaming at her will screw my head on back straight.
'You, why are you calling me? Eh. How could you introduce me to a married man, put me in that category of women we loathe. Eh?'
She pleaded and begged and swore she did not know he was married and that she had gist for me. The words I long to hear, the week before my insane Valantine is going to be memorable. I can feel it.
'Where are you.... At Bony camp bus stop... I'll pick you up in ten minutes... Don't worry lunch is on me..... Wait... Another call is coming in... Let me call you back'.
I watched my smart phone screen unsure of what my eyes were seeing... No it can't be, wahala, why is Frank's wife, calling me?
**Season 1, Episode 3**
**"ADE'S JOURNAL" 3, COPYRIGHT 2016 **
**BUSOLA ELEGBEDE, COPYRIGHT 2016**
Yes, the moment you realize that bastard has made you one of those well talked about women... Mistresses... How do you feel knowing you are one?
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