A STEP BACK

 

A Step Back
A STEP BACK

Hey Yarners, this is our second installment of the short story month. This one – written by your girl a few years back –is a piece I’m  sure you’d enjoy. Here is wishing you a fantastic day.

Enjoy.

 

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I couldn’t let go.The last time I let go, I had no idea that thirteen wild years would pass before his arms clutched my body in his again.

“Of all the places in the world, I can’t believe you are here, Folake. I thought you moved to London. Or was it the US?” Tade asked, when he let go.

His eyes explored my body and for the first time that night, I was glad I was in my short, Lipsy lace dress with killer heels that were painful to walk in.

“Yeah, I moved abroad. I was living in Manchester until two years ago. I am back in Lagos now,” I told him.

Dazzling brown eyes, that seemed to be glinting, held my gaze. He had shot up in height and filled out but not an ounce of fat was visible on him. He had on a rare Alexander McQueen t-shirt that showed off his toned arms and broad shoulders. A pair of white jeans with a diamante encrusted belt clothed his lower half.

He moved his head closer to me. “Did you say, you live in Lagos now?”

The music in the nightclub was deafening. We could barely hear each other above Wizkid’s Pakurumo. We were on the dance floor and young university girls in mini-skirts that looked more like belts were doing their best to Pakurumo, wriggling their melon-sized and fried egg-flat buttocks. Men in ridiculously expensive outfits were doing their best not to be outdone.

A shove from behind- that I guessed had come from an excited dancer- and I was in Tade’s arms. They encircled my waist to steady me.

“Let’s go upstairs to my office,” he piped.

“What? You are the manager of this place?”

He grinned and grabbed hold of my hand. I followed him as he led me to the top floor of the building. His strides were full of self-assurance. He didn’t seem like the Tade I knew – the Tade that used to smile shyly every time I sneaked into the small flat he shared with his mother.

The Tade whose kisses and caresses I could still taste and feel back at home in Lagos with my parents. Kisses and caresses that would make me plead with my parents to let me go back to my grandmother’s house as soon as school closed for the semester.

Tade and his mother lived in one of the poky flats owned by Grandma in Ibadan. It was during the Christmas vacation of 1999 that I first clapped eyes on his skinny frame. Two weeks passed before he spoke to me.

 

We passed the VIP room and my mind went back to my friend, Mariam, who I’d come clubbing with. I hoped she was fine. She had gone to get drinks with a man we met at the club.

Tade’s office was behind a newly glossed, black door. The office was out of this world. It wasn’t the kind of office I imagined he would end up with.

“Wow, Tade. You really manage this club?” I asked scanning the room.

Tade was by the door grinning. “Folake, I own it. I don’t manage it. Rosybells and Night Owl in Ikeja belong to me, too.”

“Really?” How did Tade, who had no career prospects, end up making it big?

I didn’t ask him though. Instead, I wanted to run home and scream at the mother and sister who did everything to persuade me to forget about Tade. Clearly Tade’s social class had elevated beyond what my mother expected. I caught his eyes on me and wondered if it was too late for us.

“I am sorry…that I stopped coming to Ibadan after my grandma died,” I managed.

“I wrote a letter and gave it to your sister for you when she and your mum came to Ibadan.” He looked wounded. The Tade I knew was back. He would have made me happy.

The years I spent in the UK were full of relationships that never developed beyond the initial stage. The man I met last year in Nigeria was worse. He was the human resources manager in Daddy’s company. Daddy was ready to promote him before we found out that he already had a wife and two baby mamas.

“I never got the letter,” I lied. “I didn’t know you’d left the country.” The latter was true.

“I was in Belgium for five years,” Tade told me.

He stretched his arms. “Come here. Give me a proper hug. Or is there a man at home waiting?”

“There is no man,”I told him after I had checked his fingers for rings. They were bare.

I went to him, smiling. We hugged for a while. Then we chatted for ages as if we were teenagers again.

The next night, I was back at the club. Tade was waiting in his office for me, wearing a broad grin on his face. He was telling me how there had been no other like me, when he tilted my chin up with his hand. His kiss was fervent. Urgent. I had missed him. So when he led me to his desk, I didn’t say no. Perhaps my face said something.

His whisper in my ear weakened my legs, “I have missed you. I know you have missed us too. Let’s get back what we had. Remember our first time together, honey?”

I decided to let him be my man. I, his woman. Tade inched my dress up. He paused to take out a wrapped condom from his pocket. Soon, our soft moans filled his office.

I pulled down my dress afterwards. Embarrassed. Tried to explain I had never done anything like that before.

“So, what?” Tade asked buckling his belt. “It is none of my business if you do. I have a fiancee at home waiting, so Folake, your antics are no business of mine.” He picked up his phone from the table and headed for the door as if the last few minutes didn’t happen.

 

A Step Back has been featured on BellaNaija.com as part of their BN Prose and Naijastories.

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13 thoughts on “A STEP BACK

  1. How could you meet somebody after thirteen years apart and not ask questions and just expects to pick up from where you stopped years back just like that, most married men don't wear rings again, so checking his finger for ring is not enough, you have to ask questions and I wish some of our Ladies of today will restrain themselves from sleeping with guys anyhow.

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    1. Yes...Jumoke always finds a way to nail it...and we can't be happier knowing that you will always read and share a thought. thanks so very much for stopping by

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  2. Hey guys, there were adults with lust in them. What was Folake expecting? Tade on his saw it as a mountain yet to be conquered.
    Although Tade messed up finally.

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    1. @PM do i sense a note of triumph and joy at what Tade did in your voice? would be nice to get clarification - that would be a whole new perspective from the earlier comments...

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  3. “So, what?” Tade asked buckling
    his belt. “It is none of my business
    if you do. I have a fiancee at home
    waiting, so Folake, your antics are
    no business of mine.” He picked up
    his phone from the table and
    headed for the door as if the last
    few minutes didn’t happen

    It shows he hasn't recovered from the past.
    I don't support his weakness. But I view that as a payback

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