Fresh from my Masters in my mid-twenties, I met him. Femi was every lady’s dream, suave dresser, smooth talker and held down a bank job. But that was before you started dating him o.
You discovered then that he was from a poor background, all his money went into supporting his family and pursuing his dreams. Nothing for you to even be a babe. It was a hard pill for me to swallow but I tried to stick with Femi.
Back then, I didn’t have the high paying job I have now, so I depended on Femi, but as he was so focused on family and dreams, he couldn’t give me the trips around the world, and all the nice things a fine girl like me required.
So I left him. Okay, let me be truthful, I threw tantrums, said all sorts of cruel things to him and about him and then left him.
Barely a year after I left him, his first book won the NLNG award and he got two hundred thousand dollars. The rest is history, he left the country, won more awards, and became a part of my past I regretted and forgot.
*** Now, having him in my church, looking so smashing, successful and every woman’s dream brought all the regrets I had been trying to bury, to the surface. I did a quick scan of his left hand, no ring. So he was not married. I had to find a way to meet him at the end of the service.
For the rest of the service, I heard nothing. My mind was in a far away place, imagining what could have been with him. I’d be travelling the world now, going for Hollywood events and probably nursing a little Femi now.
The service seemed to last an eternity, it took so long to end. When it was announcement time and the deacon who liked the sound of his own voice over the sound system climbed the stage, I let out a few words I hoped no resident angels in our church heard.
He droned for longer than he should until a not so hot pastor came to stand beside him. He got the cue and rounded off his droning. If eyes could kill en, the deacon would have fallen dead with the way I looked at him.
All the while, my eyes never left where Femi was (yes, I can look at two places at the same time).
Service finally ended and I saw ushers leading Femi towards Hot Pastor’s office. By the time I got there, he had already gone into the office.
I contemplated waiting for him to come out, but that would be too easy to see through. Femi has a way with words, and knowing him, he would make me look very silly right there (not like he didn’t have a right to sha).
Thankfully, I was Hot Pastor’s personal convert so I had access to his office. I went through the mill of waiting faithful. The ushers who looked more like the bouncers I saw at Marquee on Friday night knew me and let me go in.
I knocked on Hot Pastor’s door and his rich voice came from inside the room. “Please come in”. I took a deep breath and muttered under my breath: “here goes nothing” and then opened the big door.
He was seated facing the pastor, with his back towards the door so he didn’t see me come in. I was glad about that because I had the time to gather myself together.
Hot Pastor got up and came round his desk to hug me. “Miss Clegg,” he was saying. “It’s been a while.” Femi’s eyes followed Hot Pastor around and then fell on me. He looked shocked. “Oyin!” he exclaimed.
Hot Pastor looked from him to me and then back “You know each other?”
“Very well,” Femi responded with meaning. You know what knowing a woman means in bible terms. My mind went back to when Femi knew me. I said with more calmness than I felt.
“Long time no see Femi. How have you been?”
“Very well, thank you. And I don’t need to ask how you’ve been, my eyes tell me,” he responded. Hot Pastor clapped me on the back playfully.
“Small world. Femi is like a brother.” Either Hot Pastor was blind or he chose to ignore the tension that was in the room. He continued: “I need to quickly address the deacons; I’ll leave you two to catch up on old times. I’m sure there’ll be loads to talk about while I’m gone.”
He was leaving me alone with Femi. This was what I wanted, but a fear crept into my heart. What would Femi say to me when we were alone? I felt like running after Hot Pastor, as he shut the door behind him…
To be continued Saturday 13th May
Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.
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