A PIECE OF ME

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Our meeting was exceptional. Unlike others, it was divine. I mean what else could be perfect than meeting a ‘soulmate’ in my darkest times?

I had narrowly escaped being knocked down by a careful driver on a sunny afternoon. Didn’t know how and when I drifted off the pedestal lane onto the expressway. All I remember was thousands of voices trying to pass on a message at the same time through diverse means; it was deafening and all I could pick from their chaos was, “Next time, remember you do not own the road!”

Totally oblivious of all that happened, I sought to continue my journey but was restrained by another stranger who pleaded with me to wait. He said what I couldn’t phantom after which he ushered me into a clean black-coloured SUV which depicted ‘class’ and style.

For reasons best known to him, he stopped by a restaurant and requested for a little time out with me. Back to my senses, I wondered how and why I got dust all over my dress and he explained what happened. Suddenly, the “next time, remember you do not own the road” instruction made sense to me. (Exhales) I must have been thinking again. “I’m sorry,” I said to him.

“So what exactly were you thinking of that made you lose consciousness?” he asked.

“It is nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine,” I answered.

“Well, it’s okay; but please, be more careful next time,” he concluded after which we left the restaurant.

He volunteered to drop me off at home but I declined. Unlike other guys, he didn’t push. He only dropped me off at a safe place and requested for my contact which I gave to him reluctantly. “Please, be safe,” he said again like I didn’t hear the first time. “Thank you very much, I will.”

My journey back home was a five minutes’ walk from where he stopped me. I got home and never called him. I returned to my current state once more.

Two nights later, I saw a beep on my phone and I realized it was a WhatsApp message from an unknown number. I viewed the profile picture before replying and I discovered it was my ‘good Samaritan’ and I had not saved his number because I did not even (chuckled) know his name. “Arrghhh! What kind of person are you?” I asked myself.

I replied his chat and went on to thank him for the other day; this time, sincerely. That night marked the beginning of our frequent chats which later graduated to phone calls and ‘gist’.

“My job is at stake,” I said to him one evening during our ‘hang outs’.

“How do you mean”? he asked. “Well, I have this project I’m working on and a lot of money is involved. I have been given a deadline to meet up with the required plan, else, I lose my job. That explains why I was almost knocked down by you the other day,” I concluded, laughing as it was really funny now.

“Hmmmm... Let me see what you’ve got. I just may be of help you never can tell,” he said.

“Are you serious?” I asked him.

“Just let me see your plan first,” he replied.

Oh! right away. I hurried down to my bedroom where I brought out the files and every other necessary document.

He became a regular face in my house as we had to work on it together. He was such a brilliant chap. Over time, I’d dozed off while working and I woke up on my bed wondering how I got there.

We talked more about stuffs other than work and business. I could feel something for him but I had to put it off. Two weeks later, the plan was ready and we got the contract. It was so much joy and celebration as I was also promoted at my place of work. I called him to tell him the good news and thanked him for making it possible.

We had dinner at a five-star hotel and got home quite late that evening. We had talked about too many things already and there was nothing to hide anymore. He had dropped me off at home that night and had asked for a simple hug which I gave to him; that was the best I could do to show appreciation.

But no, we were both burning with passion and it was too late to stop. Hormones had gathered and when our lips touched each other, I realized it’s been eternity since this happened - after I had lost my husband to a fire incidence that razed our home, killing my husband and our ten months old baby. I had gone out to pick some stuff from the supermarket that evening and I had returned only to find the house on fire. I remember waking up after one week at the hospital and I was told two weeks later that my husband and son were gone. It was a tough time for me as I practically saw my world crash at that spot. I wished and prayed for death but it didn’t come. I had moved on six years later and I had not given love a chance.

We had fun together till dawn. I woke up much later in the morning and I realized he was gone. I looked at the time and it was 8:00AM. As usual, I tried making excuses for him and finally stopped making excuses saying at least, should have woken me up or something.

I expected his call all through the day but he didn’t call so I called. It rang severally but he didn’t pick up. I sent a message but he didn’t reply. His WhatsApp message delivered and showed he had read it but he didn’t reply. I became worried and scared. Two weeks gone and he hadn’t shown up at my doorstep. He blocked me on his WhatsApp. Did not pick up my calls; I sent series of text messages and yet, no response.

It’s been two months now and I haven’t heard from him. I’m deeply hurt and broken but it’s all okay.

Now I understand better that all he’s ever wanted was a piece of me!

THE END

Written by:
Faith Chibuogwu

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