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5 Years Later…

Roland and Mary’s family were all in attendance. The event was Roland’s birthday. The house was packed to the brim with both families. Both sets of twins ran around with their cousins (Roland and Mary’s siblings’ children) crashing every now and again and pushing things down. “Okay kids, time to sit back and sing happy birthday to daddy,” Mary announced. The twins tucked in-between the laps of their grandparents and bellowed a loud happy birthday song to their father with the rest of the guests. Roland’s twin sister, Elochukwu was seated beside Idowu, a colleague of Roland’s at work. Roland had tried to tell Elochukwu about Idowu a number of times, but she would not hear of it. “I don’t want to date your friends, Rolly. If things don’t work out, it will become awkward,” she always said. “Let me handle that, Elo. This guy is a great guy. You’d love him,” Roland insisted, but Elochukwu would not budge.

Roland and Mary had been careful to make sure that they were seated together. At first, Elochukwu did not know it was him. She noticed a good looking young man who was seated beside her. She could perceive his inviting perfume, which wafted abundantly past her nostrils. He was bespectacled with glossy mustached and side beards. Elochukwu could not help but think of him holding her. Stop thinking about him, she cautioned herself amid the music, food and laughter. “My name is Idowu Adeyinka,” he said when he noticed that no one was paying attention to them. “Pleased to meet you,” Elochukwu said rather shyly. “My name is Elochukwu. I am Roland’s twin sister.” “I see,” Idowu said as though he did not already know. Oh! It is him, Elochukwu thought. As the party continued, they talked every now and again. Elochukwu was excited. Idowu exuded confidence and vast knowledge. Elochukwu liked intelligent guys, and Idowu had a massive repository of intelligence to showcase. He knew about politics, history, science, geography and sports. He spoke eloquently, yet humbly. Soon, he asked if they could go outside and talk without the interference of the music. “Yes, that would be nice,” Elochukwu found herself saying. As they walked outside, Roland and Mary gave each other a quiet ‘high-five’.

“You are more beautiful that Roland led me to believe,” Idowu said once they were outside. “Thanks,” answered Elochukwu. “I don’t want to pretend that I did not know about you before. I saw you from a distance once you came to see Roland at the office. Ever since then, I have been hoping to meet you. I am not the type to beat about the bush, so I will say my mind right away. You are more beautiful than I noticed that day. I have been thinking of what it would be like to chat with you ever since that day. I have to say that it is even more blissful than I imagined. Would you go on a date with me…just for a start. Let’s get to know each other and see what happens,” Idowu proposed.  “That is fine by me,” Elochukwu answered.

They walked through a lane with flower hedges on either side. There was a pink flower that had just matured. Idowu stretched, pulled it and offered it to Elochukwu. “You are very romantic. Thanks!” She said. In her mind she was thinking, I wish I could hug him. My goodness, he is so romantic and gentle…and smart too. By the time they returned to the party, everyone noticed that they had been outside for some time. There was a look of excitement in Elochukwu’s eyes. She tucked into the couch beside Idowu. He felt the warmth of her skin rub against his, separated by a tuft of fabric. He too wanted to reach out and hug her, but he knew that would be improper, so he restrained himself.

Soon, Roland cut his giant birthday cake. After the cake was cut, Mary stood up and thanked Roland for his undying love and support. “Just like I promised to love you for the rest of my life before our family and friends five years ago, I want to use this opportunity to reiterate my love for you. Also, I want to thank Facebook,” Mary said. “Faci gini (Face what)” Mary’s mother asked, triggering a raucous laughter in the room. “It is Facebook, mom,” Chinelo explained. “It is something on computer for staying in touch with friends and family,” she added. “Why is she thanking the computer,” Mary’s mother asked, still bemused. “Wait mama, I will explain to you later,” Chinelo promised in an effort to keep her quiet.

“Yes, I am very thankful to Facebook. If not for Facebook, I probably would never have met this wonderful man – a man that would sit down patiently and untwist my braids all night long. A man that puts his family first. He rushes home early from work to help with laundry. He cooks delicious meals – well, he learned over time. His first egusi soup was an absolute poison,” Mary teased. “It was great by the way,” Roland insisted. “Let me be the judge honey. The taste of that soup would have suffocated the toughest animal out there. Well, you learned my dearest Roland. When the children become too difficult to deal with, you step in to maintain order. Through Facebook, I met this man who would bend down and mop the floor with humility and attention to detail. Through Facebook, I met this man who completely reads my mind and knows when I am happy, sad or when I just want to be alone. When I had to write a professional exams some three years back, he became the father and the mother of our rambunctious children, filling in for me with panache. When I make mistakes, he praises me. When I forget things that I promise to do for him, he reminds me in the kindest and most subtle manner. When I am angry, he finds the perfect words to soothe my feelings and ensure that joy reigns supreme in our household. Thanks to Facebook for bringing this man into my life.”

“So, Facibuku teaches men to be good husbands? Why don’t they give it to all our young men who cheat on their wives and beat them up?” Mary’s mother asked, triggering another round of laughter. “What is it?” She asked. She could not see what was funny about her comment. “Is the computer too expensive that they cannot make this Facibuku available to young people?” She continued, eager to unravel the mystery of Facebook. “You won’t understand, mama. I will explain to you later. Young men already have Facebook. “They do? Arinze Chukwu (Thanks be to God)!!! That is a very good idea. For once the government has done something right.” The laughter was uncontrollable by now. Mary dropped into the couch behind her as she laughed hard. “Mama, please stop. Chinelo and I will explain to you later.” “Me too, I don’t know what Facibuku is. You have to explain that to me,” said Roland’s biological mother.  “I will explain it to you mama,” Chinelo promised. “So you over there,” Roland’s mother said referring to Idowu. He looked at her expectantly. “Do you have Facibuku?” She asked him. Idowu did not know what to say. He was amused, yet he did not want to come across rude to Roland’s biological mother by laughing. “I can see the way you are looking at my daughter, Elochukwu. She is a good girl. If you want anything serious with her, you have to have Facibuku…it seems the way you young people learn how to behave in marriage,” she continued. Everybody was laughing hard by now. The twins laughed along, even though they did not know what the laughter was all about. 

“Thank God, I am not alone. At least your mother does not know Facibuku too, Roland. Whatever the case, I like this Facibuku. Continue my daughter. Facibuku truly did a great job with Roland because I could not have imagined a better son in-law,” Mary’s mother added. Soon, Mary and Roland took to the floor and danced to McAnthony’s ‘I need you’ with their families clapping and chanting. “They should teach that Facibuku in school. Looking at how wonderful Roland is, I think everyone should have it,” Mary’s mother whispered into Chinelo’s ears. “Yes, they will get it in school, mom,” Chinelo answered, unable to explain the concept to her aging mother. Roland held Mary tightly as they rocked from end to end in the living room. Their twins soon joined, holding onto their parents as they danced energetically.


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