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Nigeria's Leading Fictional Story Blog: I will make it on my own, Tears, Phone Rang, Aunt, Arms, Askew, Cleavage, Ring, Diamond, Engagement

“You know you are not supposed to be here,” Everest said to her. “But you know I am the one you truly love. Shomaila is just a rebound. You don’t love her. Please listen to your heart, Everest my love,” Lydia pleaded with him. “You don’t know what I feel, so to jump to conclusion that you are the one I love is utter madness. I want nothing to do with you Lydia. Please leave right now. I am not letting you into my apartment. I like my woman strong-willed, positive, driven and a bit stubborn about their beliefs and ideals; someone who would say something and is willing to fight to achieve it. That does not describe you Lydia. Shomaila is all of that and even more. Actually, I really do love her.” “You think I have no will? I have ended my more than six-year relationship with Abhimanyu. Just like that…I have thrown the poor guy out of my live after everything he has done for me and he is even considering suicide at this point, and here I am. I am here begging you to take me back. What do you want me to do after ditching the guy?” 

“I don’t believe you Lydia. Even if you are saying the truth, it makes no difference to me anymore. I have made my choice. You are not my type.” “So you don’t care at all? Can’t you see that I have given up everything for you? Why would I do that if I didn’t love you?” “It is not about how you feel, Lydia. It takes two to tango, and in this case, I don’t feel what you feel…not anymore.” She pushed her way into his apartment, shut the door behind her and held onto him as though her life depended on him. “I can’t breathe without you, Everest. I walk the streets, but deep inside, I am dead. I can’t sleep either. I never knew how love could be this thrilling, yet very ‘punishing’ at the same time. Each time you say no to me, I feel a sharp sword pierce mercilessly through my heart. Would you stand and watch me waste away? You once held me in your arms and told me how much you loved me. Love truly does not easily get extinguished. I believe that you still feel something for me…something special. Please don’t let me burn. I am going crazy without you,” she appealed to him with everything she had within her. Everest stepped back gently, pushing her away. 

Her top was hanging askew, revealing her cleavage. She pressed forward toward him. She made sure to press her upper body onto his, in a desperate attempt to seduce him. “I know you think I am a playboy, so you came here eager to seduce me. I am afraid, what I want really, is love Lydia. I love Shomaila and not you. Please don’t make me shove you out of my apartment. I will have to do that if you keep trying to seduce me. Please leave.” She sat on the bed and began to cry. “I had been with Abi for many years, so it was hard to just toss him out like that. That was the reason it took me time to do it. How do you just toss a guy out like that?” “But you were hurting him more by keeping him in your life anyway. Besides, you were with him because of the things he offered you. Please, I am not impressed by your crocodile tears. Leave now. I don’t even believe that you have left him. I am sure that if I went to your apartment now, he’d be there waiting for you. Well, not that I care anymore.” “You do care! Stop pretending that you don’t love me anymore. You certainly care. I have done what you asked of me, yet you won’t take me back.” 

She raised her hand and began to wipe her tears. “What is that on your finger?” Everest asked her. “What?” She said trying to hide the ring. “The ring!” He moved closer and took her hand in his. “This is an expensive engagement ring. I am sure he gave it to you. I am also sure that you could not say no to it. I don’t care really, but I think you should be honest with that guy. There is nothing wrong with telling the truth. There is no rule that forces you to love him or anyone. The longer you keep him on a leash while you accept things from him, the more you hurt him.” “It is not an engagement ring. I bought this for myself!” She countered. “As an engagement ring to yourself? I know an engagement ring when I see one. Besides, this is real diamond – very expensive. I don’t see how you could have bought this for yourself knowing how thrifty you are.” “You don’t believe anything I say, do you?” “You have no problem lying, so I don’t believe anything you say. Now, please would you leave my apartment?” Everest walked to the door, opened it and held it open.

As if on cue, Shomaila appeared at the door. She was with a friend of hers, Hannah. “What are you doing here?” She asked Lydia angrily. “Honey, what is she doing here?” She asked of Everest. “Same old story, my love. You saw me holding the door for her to leave. Just let her leave. I was just telling her that you and I are made for each other,” Everest explained calmly. “Why don’t you go home to your boyfriend Lydia? Meg told me that Abi gave you an engagement ring. You don’t have to clench your fist. I have seen the ring already. So, after taking the ring, you still come around here trying to seduce my boyfriend? You had better leave before I tear your face to shreds,” Shomaila warned her. Lydia walked out quietly without uttering a word. “Come on girl, stick to your own man. Why bother your friend’s boyfriend when I hear you live with yours,” Hannah said sarcastically as Lydia left. “Honey, you should not even let her in your apartment anymore. She is a rattlesnake. Meg, who is a good friend of Abi, her boyfriend told me that Abi offered her an engagement ring and she accepted it even though she says she is not ready to marry him yet,” Shomaila explained. “You know I have nothing to do with her,” Everest replied. “Who accepts an engagement ring if they are not ready to marry the guy?” Hannah asked incredulously. 

Shomaila’s phone rang just as they entered Everest’s apartment. “Hi Papa,” she answered. “Shomaila, your mother and I called to tell you that we are cutting you off the family for good. You will no longer receive financial support from us. Until you turn a new leaf, you will no longer hear from us either. Your siblings will no longer talk to you as well. I hope you come to your senses someday,” Her father explained brutally. “Thank you Papa. I will make it on my own…If I have to. You will no longer force me to do what you want. I am willing to go all the way to follow my heart,” Shomaila replied. “I hope your heart leads you right my daughter. Right now, all I can see in your future is heartbreak and pain. Soon, that young man will leave you for a girl from his home country. Don’t come begging because I won’t listen to you.” “I won’t…I promise.” 

Shomaila sat on a chair by Everest’s laptop. Her face was cupped in her hands. She looked stressed. “Are you okay honey?” Everest asked. “I will be alright. My parents are up to the same tricks they used on my siblings and I in the past. They have disowned me.” “That must be tough,” said Hannah. “I am sorry sweetheart,” Everest said as he placed his hand on her shoulder and began to stroke her. “I am turning my back on my family for your sake, Everest. Are you sure you won’t walk away from me? You are not going to dump me for some Nigerian girl soon? Or even sneaky Lydia? Please don’t make me look stupid. I love you with all my heart and I want this to work. Please tell me right now, if you are not going to stand by me on this journey.” “I will be there for you every step of the way, my dear. I want you with all my heart.” “What about your Nigerian family, Everest? Will they accept Shomaila – an Indian girl with an Islamic background?” Hannah asked. “There will be opposition from some aspects of my family as there is from hers, but in the end, it is down to me to accept Shomaila; you can count on me.” 

Shomaila’s phone rang again. This time it was her aunt – her favorite aunt with whom she lived when she just arrived in London years earlier. “Aunty!” She answered. “Shomaila, what am I hearing? You are running off with some African boy and turning your back on your family? Are there no boys in India that you would make your own choice of a husband singlehandedly as if you knew everything in this world?” “Aunty who said I am getting married tomorrow? I am dating a Nigerian guy and I love him. You, of all people should understand. Don’t I have a choice as to who to marry eventually, should he and I get to that point?” “You have to involve your family in such a big decision, my child. You cannot do this to your father. You must listen to him. Call him now and apologize.” “I can’t do that aunty. I have done nothing wrong.” “Then I can’t talk to you anymore. I don’t want to be seen as the person supporting your decisions.” “Even after living in this country all these years, you think I have no right to date anyone I love?” “You have to carry your family along, Shomaila. What gain is love if your family is left out?” 

Those words hit like a knife at the core of Shomaila’s heart, but she made a brave effort not to focus on them. “I am really disappointed, aunty. I thought I could count on you. I have to go now.” “I am sorry Shomaila. Please listen to me. If you work things out with your dad, I am sure the family will find you a very nice boy to marry. Please think about it.” “There is nothing wrong with the one I have found?” Shomaila hung up and melted into Everest’s arms. “This is going to be very tough, honey,” she said in tears. “We’ll get through this…we will be fine in the end.” “I am scared; I really am.” “It is okay to be scared. In the end, we’ll overcome,” Everest said softly into her ears.

Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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