In an Instant…

couple sillhouttes

I just sat there and hoped it’ll just cross your mind to call me up and say something that would hint that you actually care. Sometimes i actually think there’s nothing left in there. You seem so detached i begin to wonder if you were actually in it with me or you were just messing with my head. Truth be told i’m tired….

She read the text with trembling hands, letting the words sink in as she tried to keep the tears away. must not cry she muttered to herself. There are ways to fix this, she was young and it happened to people all the time. she would go and see him tomorrow and all will be fine. Until then she had to keep calm and not make hasty decisions.

“hey babe, are you fine?” she looked up at the man she was getting married to in two weeks. She couldn’t even begin to imagine her life without him. You know how when it’s raining and you’re driving and you have to pass under a bridge, and for that period of time, there’s quietness and peace?, he was her bridge, he gave meaning to her life.

“Yeah. Yeah, i’m alright..” she said hastily. “i think i’m just a bit stressed with the planning and all.

Dapo studied her. Arin was gorgeous, the drop-dead kind of gorgeous, with a beautiful delicate soul to match. But for some reason he thought she looked pale and thinner. Heck! he really should have hired a wedding planner. Sigh.

Oladapo Kenechuckwu fondly called DK by his friends was a handsome young man, perfect gentleman, sensitive, and thoughtful. Worked with a reputable law firm and earned an enviable income.

“Are you sure it’s just that? You know whatever is bugging you, we can deal with it together. I’m here for you, babe, whatever life throws at us. I’m here always”

She choked. Her heart broke and tears rolled down her delicate face. She didn’t deserve him. He was too good for her. Crap!

Dapo was at her side in an instant.

“Arinola! My God” He was confused. He signaled to the waiter, had their bills settled and in minutes they were in his range rover. She continued crying, hysterically this time.

He took her hand ” Arin, you have to talk to me. What was that text about?” He saw fear flash in her eyes and he prepared for the worst.

“I went to see him last week” her entire body trembled.


“The doctor” she paused “the text was from the doctor” she choked now  “i have cancer Dapo”

Slowly, unconsciously, he left go of her hand.

Dapo thought back to the text he had gotten just before Arin walked into the restaurant. He had made to delete it but decided to do it later.

She was young and smart. Not as beautiful as Arin, but not bad either.

It was time to settle down he had told his friends.

But with this news.

He had better called her and apologize for being detached and uncaring lately.

He couldn’t lose on both ends.

Every promise. Every ounce of love. Everything he felt for Arin was gone.

In an instant.


You’ll Write a Good one?

We’ll write. About our lives. The good. The bad. The beautiful.

We’ll write amidst wave of sadness. Bouts of happiness and when we’re just plain numb.

We’ll write. When the world is hurting. When the words are haunting. And we can’t seem to make sense of either.

We’ll write when inspiration is nothing but a distant flickering light.

We’ll write when we’re hit. With the writers’ block.

We’ll write about our childhood dreams. The ones society and insecurities told us not to dare.

We’ll write about love. The ones we lost in the beautiful yesterdays.

We’ll write about the ones we had to let go of, they didn’t belong to us. Even though we belonged to them. ‘Cause maybe we were made to love them, but they weren’t made to love us back. LOL. Life does crap like that

We’ll write with tears and laughter. Watching our muse. Listening to nostalgic hums.

We’ll write, of our first heartbreak, and of the loved ones who departed to the father a little too early.

We’ll write about the ones who stayed, who fought, who we eventually gave our love to.

We’ll write about looking into another’s eyes and seeing the sun, the entire Galaxy even. And how their arms bring us royal comfort every now and then.

We’ll write about Love. The physical one. That takes us to heights we’ve never imagined.

We’ll write about the first life we brought into the world, their little heartbeat giving us goose bumps in wonder-filled mezmeration.

We’ll write about little humans. The mini-us that bring us delirious joy.

We’ll write, with giddy heart while we plan birthday parties and with those same hearts, filled with white stabs of searing pain and despair, we’d put together details of funerals.

We’ll write about finding fulfillment in things that cannot be seen or bought or touched. But can only be felt.

We’ll write of how in our next life, we’d cross oceans and mountains and bombings (cc Boko.H) and crumbling economies to find each other again.

We’ll write about wrinkles. And Golden Moments. And old age humor.

We’ll write about graveyards. And Eternal Love.

And falling in Love on the otherside…

We’ll never stop writing.

Your life is a story.

You’ll write a good one?


I hope this made you feel. Something. Anything.