OBF2…

Yesterday, on my way back from a personal errand, I trudged on laboriously on the dusty Garki street, shielding my eyes from the rays of the sun, my medicated eye lens doing little to prevent me from its harsh effect.

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I had been lost in thought, head bent.. but when I suddenly raised my head….I saw him, walking towards the junction, carrying some bags. I averted my gaze. But not after seeing that he was smiling.

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OBF2….
I had avoided him for a week. Garki didn’t bring us closer. It further split us apart. The days in Asokoro were more interesting as he had to deliberately drive down before seeing me.

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Why did I avoid him? He had seen me talking with a bloke by the sidewalk, he drove past us and called me about it later. Then I got angry.

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After avoiding him for the first two days, he came to my office the third day saying
“I am a man of peace,( lol, lol). If I have offended you, I am sorry”.
” if you have offended me? Abi you actually offended me? Reframe your sentence oga Ade.”

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Just then, my new female boss called me and I ran off. He left. We didn’t see again for the rest of the week. No, we saw. And I took my eyes away each time I walked past him. He waved nonetheless. I never waved back.
Yesterday morning, he had walked past my office to the library and he stopped to greet me. I wasn’t sure he was talking to me so I just looked. Until he said
“I am greeting you now”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t know.”

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Well, two of us were actually sitting together so I thought it was the other female.
The whole roforofo fight isn’t real in my head, it is just a ruse, a play, a means of helping him to get rid of emotions. It isn’t serious. It is a pretense.

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More so, it’s a ploy to buy time for valentine to be over before I settle with him. Ain’t nobody got time to be explaining that he’s only in my head, not within my core. And that val means nothing to me every year.
So, when we met on the road as I was saying, he stopped. I stopped.

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“Where are you coming from?”
‘NHIS’.
Did you get any card?”
“Not yet”
“When is your next appointment?”
“Have you eaten anything this morning?”
I bent my head, looking at the ground.
“I am going out. Take this money, go to “that” place and buy lunch. I will be back soon.

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Well, I was shocked. OBF2 still cares even though I haven’t been nice to him for over a week. His maturity beats me.
I didn’t see him again for the rest of the day until he walked past me on the way home. #sighs#

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The other day, when I had an injury on my knees, an accident, after managing it for few days, it was time to go to the hospital. I called him to go with me.

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He got to the hospital before me. He called asking if I was close or whether to drive down and pick me. I got to the hospital few minutes later after escaping from traffic. He had followed me at every point, from getting my file, to waiting to see the doc.
And when the doctor wrote injections for me, I knew I was in trouble.

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But he wouldn’t have any of it. He matched me to the injection room and told me to behave. He sat by the door while I went with the nurse into the inner room.

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I began to prance like a lion in the inner room. You see, I have a big fear of needles. I hate them. I had begged the doctor to remove it but he was adamant. He said my knees would not heal without it.

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When the nurse got exasperated, she began to threaten to leave me to attend to other people. She actually did. It was a baby she injected. I winced as the baby was held down.

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I begged the nurse that I was now ready. She entered again. I asked if I could lie down. She said no. Can I kneel down?(lol, I know I am crazy), she said no.

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That was when he barged in unexpectedly. He was tired of my craziness. He begged the nurse. Then he held my hands, frowned so hard and stared into space while the woman gave me two injections. It was a Tetanus injection.It wasn’t painful after all my charade. Shame on that needle.

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Again, he followed me to the emergency room where the wound was treated and plastered. He sat by the door and waited.
Afterwards, he had driven me back to a convenient place where I took a cab home.
But you see, emotions won’t let him be great. And for that, he has been zoned out.

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Emotions wreck the best of us, makes the mighty weak, makes intelligent people stupid, makes us to see sunshine when there is no rain, makes us take decisions that aren’t best for us in the long run. But I ain’t ready to travel that road.

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For it is best to stay on the path of common sense, wisdom and sanity.
Because I have chosen to expose the bright sides of him, the best parts of who he is, doesn’t mean he isn’t having the genetic trait that possesses all men. That trait that makes good men have a ‘but, a comma and fullstop’.

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So even though it looks good, it isn’t entirely good. Most especially when there’s a red alert in your brain. The red alert you should never ignore. Because that is the easiest means of communication between you and your personal ‘chi’.

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In the end, men..still all belong together and when that trait possesses them, you can’t truly have them. For they still behave in the way of all men.

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