Letter to Eniola
I don’t know if you still remember me. I don’t know if you are still angry with me. It’s been up to 11 years or more. I feel guilty each time I remember, how I lost a good friend, who was trying his best to make me feel special.
The year was 2004 or 2005, I can’t recall precisely. My school was on break so I decided to visit my good friends at the Premier University.
I saw a couple of them…Bisi Martins, Tope Kolapo, even Tolu Abobarin(a classmates’s sister). Then, I saw Toro Adedeji, Femi Badmus, TJ and co. The latter were medical students who were about resuming classes.
In the midst of the excitement,you, (Eniola) lifted me up and swung me in the air, happy to see ‘poet’ as they called me. You hurriedly entered into what looked like an anatomy lab after making me promise to visit the next day.
So, I went the next day, to Sultan Bello Hall. Eniola left his books, stood up and went to prepare food for me (indomie). This was against my plea that I was very ok with the soft drink you already gave me. I am a very picky eater till date. Food isn’t my best friend. I really meant it when I said you shouldn’t bother cooking because of me.
We gisted and gisted, all talks was about school. You then served the food. In all honesty, it was a very inviting food. You took your time to prepare it. But I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. Not even a spoon. I have never really liked indomie anyways.
I could have eaten it just because you made it for me. But I am sorry that I refused. I continued to sip my drink and gist with you. After what seemed like an eternity, it dawned on you that I wasn’t going to touch the food. So, you got angry. I didn’t notice until I said I was leaving.
You saw me off to take a taxi, you didn’t say anything. You turned back and I never heard from you again. I lost a good-natured friend. I had no genuine reasons not to eat that food. I just didn’t feel like it. I understand how you must have felt..wasted effort, hard to please etc
I am apologising publicly after living with the guilt for so long. Forgive me. I don’t even know where you are living/practising on the world map. But if you are reading this, I am truly sorry.