DAY 50

RUNWAY LOVE Part 3

Egbele Micheal Ehireme, I hope you remember me, we were primary school crushes my number is ......, please call me asap. She still spelt my Michael with an “e” before “a”, Jesus I ranted in the kitchen what was lost had been found, told my mum and my eldest sister the story they both laughed at my shy boyhood days.

I did not call her until Monday 15th December 2008 to be precise, unfortunately for me she had left Lagos the previous day for Akwa-Ibom, and how I hated and cursed myself. She screamed for 20 seconds that she had missed me, am sure she would have squeezed me to death if she was seeing me physically.

We caught up on the past nine years, it was a very big reunion, so many things had changed, people had gone to be with the lord, we were like strangers to each other but we all know what they say love can do.

We had searched for each other over the years, I joined hi5, facebook, but she never joined them I even searched every set that came into my university, I never gave up even though I had thoughts she was either in Australia or dead. We talked day in day out and set a date for March the next year when we will be out of school.
The semester had ended it was time for I.T, time to work, she was in Lagos for the break to.

I remember those days cutting work to go and visit her; I even missed one church service to be with her. She was more beautiful than I the last time I had seen her, the last 2 decades ago. But my wish had been answered to set my eyes on her before I leave this mother earth.

We had a lot of fun together, we went places, back to our primary school gate, can you imagine the mallam guarding the gate was still the same. I wish it never ended but life has an end so every story must have an end, we had to part ways because she could not bear the stress of working in Lagos. She went to be with her mum in another state.

I remember the last time I saw her, the tears in her eyes because I had to go we hugged for about 5 minutes, she didn’t still want to let go, I gave her my passport and told her fate we decide about us. We talked after work each day; we made plans for the future until finally she had to runaway again.

She had fled for the second time, no mails, no text messages, no picking of calls, where in the world where you? Dubai did that come out of my mouth, but at least you should have still told me.
She promises to change every time but I hope after reading this story it will be for good. We still talk one in like 3 months, I never hoped for this, but the future is bright so let me keep hoping.

My “RUNAWAY LOVE” I wish I could force you out of my mind but friends never say good bye, you were my first crush and forever you will be.