DAY 47

JUST RANDOM

I open the door, step into the room,

Lie down back flat, legs on the table,

I look up at the fluorescent tube,

My vision is better; at least I can read what is written on the fluorescent,

I decide to change my line of sight willingly,

The movement of the fan captivates me,

I thought fans rotated clock wisely,

This is strange because mine is spinning the other way,

Anyway since I am actually jobless, I start counting how many revolutions per minute,

One, two, three... thirty-seven, thirty-eight,

My eyes start spinning,

I find myself in an awkward room, one I have never seen before,

I am wearing a tuxedo,

I see an expense list, wedding expense-list for that matter,

I am wondering, but how?

I keep hurting my head trying to go back in time, trying to catch up all I missed,

The door opens and he is also suited like me, he’s probably my best man,

He tells me there is no time for explanations,

But whatever happened to the Gambian, he’s meant to be my best man,

He answers: the Gambian got married last year,

I look outside it seems we are on an island, when did I acquire this?

I wear my wristwatch on my right hand now,

My roommate during my B.sc days is now a world bestseller,

Things have changed, but no one to explain to me,

Wow mum and dad are still healthy and alive,

So most of the guests at the wedding actually flew down to my island,

But when on earth did I purchase it,

On the way to the altar I see my younger sister, she whispers save journey to the moon,

Wow I guess that’s where honeymoon will be spent,

She’s wearing an engagement ring standing beside a friend,

I am not daddy but when did I approve of her engagement,

The year is twenty- fourteen,

So I lived pass the December 21st, 2012,

I finally get to the altar, procession starts,

Here comes the bride is being played, after all these years that song is still being played,

She is walked by an elderly man under a veil,

I guess that is going to be my father-in-law,

It is finally time to unveil her,

All of a sudden I am reciting fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five,

Arrrrrrrrrrrhhh, so I was hypnotized,

I am back on my NASCAR clothed bed, half dressed for a tutorial class,

Gosh I start fuming; it was only a day-dream,

Why?

I try hard to go back, but it is impossible,

Why didn’t God allow me unveil her, unveil the future,

I want to know who is under the mask,

Could it be one of those girls I once dated?

Maybe it was the black beauty from Trinidad and Tobago, I once dreamt of marrying,

All I need is just one more glimpse,

But the moment I see it everything will be ruined,

So I just have to leave FATE to decide.

This answers my once upon a time question,

If the PAST is HISTORY, what is the FUTURE called?

A MYSTERY!!!!!!!!!

DAY 48

THANK GOD IT IS ANOTHER FRIDAY

I cannot stop loving Fridays. They just always come bright and beautiful. Imagine today it rained early hours and the sun is back up. I probably love Fridays because of that great day 14th October, so many years ago back then in the late eighties I guess, the day I breathed my first breadth on mother earth.

I have actually had a few bad Fridays, there are two which are stuck in my memory, how I wish one of them fell on the jinxed day which is called Friday the 13th. I have never shared what happened on any of those days with anybody but I know one of my sisters will have a clue. I almost jumped in a big gutter on purpose, let me say I wanted to try something new or rather maybe suicide. The other one I merely wished I could jump off a moving bus into the Atlantic from West Africa’s longest bridge, the story is left for another day.

Today was exceptionally different, I got visited by a girl who I will call my friend. My name was announced and down the staircase running thinking it was my younger sister with mouth watering goodies for a one and only brother, to my surprise I saw a girl in the same colour as me (Army Green), breadth taking memories rushed back, the history of the past, those library moments, the Lekki paroles, hospitality room, galleria outings, chapel sittings etc.

We talked for awhile even though my mind was not there, I had travelled far away, but were was my mind actually I was not even looking at her mouth moving but I was hearing her voice I can remember.

She handed me a package of gifts which I was grateful for, but the peak of our moment together was that a great choice has to be made by Sunday sundown time. I pray my choice is what looking for, God grant me the grace even though I know which ever choice I make is going to be half chance.

I have cultivated a culture of telling God before I step out of my room everyday that I will either bless someone or I will be blessed, well the usual happened today I got blessed splendidly and am very grateful to God for making this happen because every item was highly needed. Thanks to YOU also.

DAY 49

JUST A LITTLE PRAYER

I came across this prayer and decided I have to share it because it is going to guide me

through the remaining days I have left as an undergraduate.

It says:

I shall pass through this way but once.

All the good things therefore, let me do them.

Let me not differ from them,

For I shall NEVER pass through this way again.

AMEN.

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.

DAY 51

RUNAWAY LOVE Part 2

My name is Ehireme Micheal Egbele, I hope you remember me we were actually classmates back in primary school, primary five to be precise. I liked you and still like you but I never knew how to tell you. My phone number is 01-2618671, please call me when you have the chance.

I hope you’re enjoying secondary school, as for me it is a definition of fun but it is a whole new ball game. Anyway I have to go now because the next class is about to starts please take care of yourself for me. Yours sincerely, Egbele Ehireme.
The letter is actually rephrased as there was only one copy and it was shredded by her brother years ago.

My house address was also included in the letter. To my surprise as she told me the letter did not get to her because she never went to Q.C rather her sister who was in ss 3 got the letter and read it with all her friends, can you imagine all the criticisms I got back then.
Her sister actually gave her the letter and scolded her what she knew about love, she kept the letter close to her heart and read it every morning until one day her brother wanted to see it and she had to shred it to pieces.

Sometime in year 2000, third term holiday, I received a call from her, my heart leaped with joy, imagine me stammering when she told me she also liked me and she had to moved to Akwa-Ibom due to her father’s posting, she also told me she never made it to Q.C but rather went to Grace High school. That was the last I heard from her, she had to runaway again but why?
December 9th 2008, going through my mails got a facebook message from her.

It read:

DAY 52

MEMORY LANE: MY RUNAWAY LOVE

I woke up this morning and I could not get her off my mind, probably because of our previous night chat session.

I actually wonder where to start from, I had like a few other girls in previous classes, Kunbi, Halima, I think those are the only ones I can remember but her own was a special kind of crush permit me to use the word unconditional crush.

I remember the first time I set my eyes on her, class 5 blue, we had just being reshuffled, I could not but keep my eyes on her, my heart always beat faster than normal, finally there was a reason to go to school every day after all those silly lies of stomach pain in the morning just to skip school.
The tricks I played were just a few she alone knows them, and its better I keep them secret even though I can say them but you all will just see me as a corrupted minded boy. I never told her I liked her, this was bigger than a burden on my shoulders, from first position first term to second position second term due to lack of concentration in class, mummy I am very sorry for not concentrating those days.

I finally decided to tell her the last day of primary school, but I guess you know there was no pick up line, there was never an approach, instead I just kept trailing her from one end to the other end of the school, I never got to say good bye to her.
Year 7 came and still I had not gotten her out of my mind. One sunny day, my classmates chanting around I decided to go to my class teacher’s desk for some time alone.

I remembered the postage stamps in my wallet my mum had given. I once over head that she was going to Queens College secondary school so I addressed my letter there on a small brown envelope.

The letter read:

DAY 53

WORLDS GREATEST MUM

How I wish I could remember that particular moment, you were there for me,
The moment I caused you pain in bringing me into this world,
I actually heard I was laid in a white quilt,
How you looked into my eyes that Friday morning back then in the eighties,
As I grew up I did not have much faith in myself, you were there for me
You were always by my side, holding me up strong,
You are so humble that it amazes me so much,
My friend once asked me Ehi has your mum ever beaten you, I laughed,
You stayed up with me all night, as my lungs gasped for oxygen those asthma days,
You always reassured me everything was going to be alright,
Even though I never believed you, because you were never in my shoes, but now I do,
You and daddy always planned the best for us kids,
You gave me some funny rules, no wearing of only boxers in the house,
You hate seeing me when I sag my shorts, even though you know I am trying my best not to,
You hate it when I grow my nails, I am grateful for all these,
I will never forget the time I was rude to you,
Back then in year 10 when I just became a senior student,
I walked away while you were speaking because you refused to get me what I wanted,
I still regret that moment right now, because you still came back to me humbly,
You trained me up with the right ethics and ethos, both spiritually and mentally,
Even though I am very slim now, I don’t blame you but myself,
All those traditional meals I skipped,
You thought me to be friendly even when I was shy and scared of people,
I remember those days when my elder sisters thought I was just a silly child,
Due to my shyness, you were there for me,
You taught me how to tuck in my shirt in kindergarten,
I know I have not caused you many problems, cause of the way you brought me up,
Right from boarding school, I always had extra of every item,
But now I always feel empty when returning to school,
I was happy to hear you were leaving for Abuja, but you are now the cornerstone,
I have never lacked, you provided all a suckling child desired,
Every time I feel like being bad, I remember your words,
Ehireme as you fondly call me, I am always here praying for you, be a good son,
I can write a book about you, because you are so great, there is no one compared to you,
I can keep on writing, but every story has an end,
I guess this day is dedicated to you and all the other mothers in the world,
It is actually you and the others,
Every time I hear the song “Sweet mother” I weep because the song just describes you,
You are the best mother a son can ever desire, this is from the depth of my heart,
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.
Happy birthday to my friends: D.O, A.A, T.E.