THE MORNING AFTER II

The Morning After

The Morning After

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21st, 2014.

Ogba, Lagos.

7PM.

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond…

The voice of Rihanna broke her concentration as it played out through her phone. She glanced sideways to the sound of the phone on her bed and wished she had magical powers to shut it up. For once, Rihanna’s voice didn’t seem appealing. She let it ring out.

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond…

The caller was persistent. She felt a tinge of irritation as she dragged herself off her study chair. She was almost sure it was Dunni calling. She picked up the phone and it was a set of numbers staring back at her. ‘Hello’, she spoke into the receiver, her eyes squinted in that familiar manner when an unfamiliar number calls and you don’t know exactly what to expect.

‘Yes…’ She queried trying her best to veil her irritation. She couldn’t understand why a strange number should be calling and then waiting on her to make a conversation.

‘Sorry,’ the voice apologized, I didn’t know the call was active.

Funmi wrinkled her face in disgust. How do you call someone and don’t know when the call is on active?. ‘Yes?’

‘Its me,’ the voice dressed in an arrogant sense of ownership cooed from the other end. ‘I called to find out what’s up and if you’d like to chill out with me tomorrow?’

She felt a tightening in her stomach as she recognised the voice as Bode’s. It was one call she had hoped not to receive especially since she didn’t get it on saturday, the day after. Everyday had become relative to february 14th -the day she lost her virginity- like it had become some sort of reference point. Inasmuch as she she knew it was bad for her if she was to move off from the disappointment of her action, she couldn’t deny that she just couldn’t stop doing it. Like being hard on herself would make up for her decision to go partying with Dunni, her cousin and his friends on the island. ‘Please, who is ‘it’s me’ as I don’t have that name on my contact list,’ she said, her irritation slowly seeping out.

There was a short dry boring laugh from the other end of the line. The kind of laugh that placed a wry grin on the face. ‘It’s Bode’.

‘Ooh,’ she gasped, not from surprise, but more from the feeling that she was supposed to display a sense of shock by his call. She wanted to ask him how he got her number but decided it was a stupid question afterall.

‘So what time are we seeing tomorrow, I’ll be free from twelve ‘o’ clock upwards’ Bode said.

Funmi just couldn’t stand the arrogance being emitted. It really dawned on her now why she had always not ‘digged’ Bode. He actually thought sleeping with her gave him a pass to a date ‘We are not seeing tomorrow and we are not seeing ever’.

There was an uneasy gap like the tensing feeling of two predators sizing up each other before they engage in a bitter brawl.

‘Really?’ Bode asked like he had just being insulted.

She took the phone off her ears and placed it right in front her eyes. She had so much scorn in her eyes, you would think she was gazing at Bode’s picture. She tapped on the disconnect button and tossed the phone on the bed.

How the hell did she get into this mess?

Working on her project was the only item on the menu on that day for her but it was a day that being single felt like a curse. She really couldn’t understand the fuss of a day being promoted as a love day. But saying this would amount to just hating the people that had boyfriends to spend the day with. Atleast that was what Dunni her room-mate had told her on that day.

‘I’ll hook you up with Bode, my dashing cousin,’ Dunni said flashing her perfect dentition. ‘He’s coming to take us out today.’

She protested, but Dunni wouldn’t let go. ‘You’re my ticket to this party, Funmi. You must do it for me, its not like you have something you’ll be doing here. Besides Bode will be dropping us back here in good time’.

Bode had the swag of a dollar note. He walked with the impression that every girl was supposed to bow down and worship him and he obviously enjoyed how his cousin Dunni gushed over him. ‘My bestest cousin,’ he called her, smiling to reveal a set of dimples that made him even more handsome.

With all these flattering physical qualities, she couldn’t still bear his arrogance. Dunni called it confidence.

‘You need to be with a confident man.’ She said dreamily as she told her about Bode’s interest in her after his first visit to their one bedroom flat, outside campus. ‘Let a yoruba man handle you and you will get over that heartbreak of your ibo secondary school puppy lover’.

She had seen him only one more time even though he had since revisited about five more times. ‘Your husband said I should say hello to you. He came when you went to the library,’ was always the message Dunni had to share when she came back. She felt really grateful that she always missed his visits as her first impression of him with the accompanying second impression wasn’t particularly cheering. She was single -yes- but she wasn’t about to purchase Dunni’s stock of rotten apples.

Dunni always thought the reason she was not involved in a relationship was because she was still heartbroken. She was of the school of thought that if a girl wasn’t in a relationship at every stage in her life, then something was obviously wrong with her. ‘And you’re fine o’ Dunni would usually say, trying to knock off beauty as one of the reasons why her friend and room-mate was single.

As these thoughts zipped around in her mind, the familiar ‘ping…ping‘ text message sound from her phone, punctuated the flow and rescued her from the claws of her thoughts.

If I don’t see you tomorrow, the world will see you tomorrow. Dare me and you will see that it takes only the internet and a poorly directed video to become famous. Text me your preferred time and place. Bode

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