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“Happy Birthday Obi’m” Melvin pecked his  fiancée on her forehead. He had driven a long distance to ensure he arrived early before she left for work.

Chioma blushed. Melvin was very thoughtful. She smiled when she remembered how bad things were initially, how she was sad because Melvin wasn’t trying to be romantic. Little communication here and there and many weeks of patience did the trick. Now, he was at her doorstep, holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers she had seen. Ah! Thank you, Jesus. Chioma said to herself.

“Thank you, baby; it means a lot to me. Please come in; let me get you something quickly before-“

6 MONTHS LATER


Jola leaned forward; Pastor Lere was making a lot of sense. “There are some of you here today, praying for God to give you a God-fearing spouse, an understanding and loving spouse; my question for you is, are you also God-fearing? Understanding and loving? Do you know how to control your anger? Do you have a good character? Are you bearing fruits consistent with the spirit? He paused, then continued. “There are some other people here who are in toxic relationships. In fact, they had no business dating the person in the first place but, because of the pressure to settle, have compromised their standards-“
Jola’s mind drifted to a conversation she had with Tife the day before. She had stopped by her friend’s house on her way from work. She needed to talk to someone and felt Tife was the best person to share her feelings with but when Tife opened the door that evening, Jola knew her friend had been crying.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Lola paced in her room, lost in thoughts. She had been raised in a Christian home, and her parents attended the Anglican church. Still, she joined a Pentecostal church in her 2nd year at the University, so when she was told that Brother John had approached the marriage committee about his interest in her, she became anxious because she knew what was coming. Lola already liked another man, though he did not attend her church. They had been talking for a month, and she felt ready to ask him about his intentions. She had planned to meet up with him, only for her to run into Brother John at the car park.

Jola woke up with a banging headache. She fumbled about her bedside drawer in search of her phone. 10am? She hissed and sat up in bed, trying to remember the events of the past 24 hours. Her head was pounding. She remembered she was supposed to meet up with Jimi, who was meant to be her date but was disgustingly late. She had tried his number several times, while sitting at their reserved table, waiting for him, but he didn’t pick up. Feeling disappointed in herself for trusting him again, she ordered a cab immediately. She remembered her heels echoing as she walked out of Crust and Creme restaurant into the car park. 

Click-clack-click-clack. 

“Mum, do we have to watch the Passion of Christ again?” 12-year-old Rebecca asked with a frown. She was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, arms folded in protest.

Jola untied her apron and sat beside her daughter, holding her. She had been on her feet all day, trying to get dinner ready just in time for their annual easter family hangout. Her parents did it while she was growing up, so when she married Jimi, they adopted the tradition. Jimi was out of town for the holidays- something that was becoming too often these days.

Present Day

Tinuke and her siblings bade Bimpe goodbye. It was 11 pm. Bimpe escorted them downstairs. They were true friends. The light at the hospital had gone off, so she turned on the light on her phone as she led them to the car park.

‘Is Bola going to sleep over? I overheard her discussing with her mum.’ Temi, Tinuke’s sister, asked.

‘I think she will. She doesn’t seem willing to leave Titi.’ Bimpe replied with a smile. ‘The entire experience left her quite shocked.’

‘I didn’t say she wants to date; I just meant, in case she decided to, I don’t want to be in her way. Tee, I am so sorry.’

‘I am tired of everyone apologising to me! I don’t need an apology. I need you guys to fix this!’

Titi stormed off to the bathroom. ‘I need to get ready for the party. That’s probably the only good thing in my life right now.’

‘Yes, I am’, Titi said weakly. ‘Look, Bola, I can’t talk to you right now. Please, I will call you back later. Thank you for understanding.’

‘You said you would come over this evening; we still have some things to sort out. Anyway, I don’t even have time for this mood swing. I need you to send a picture of the cake design so I can get the exact colour combination for the game cards.’

‘Okay, I will send it. Thank you. Bola’ Titi ended the call.

Bola knew her mum had a point but wasn’t ready to consider it. She stood up. ‘Mummy, I don’t want to talk about it again. I am not going; she doesn’t need me. You won’t believe that she is talking to other people but giving me the silent treatment and that’s just wrong. She needs to grow up. She was awful when we last spoke, and I also changed it for her.’ She walked towards her room.

Her mum followed. ‘Nawa! I am not trying to upset you more than you already are.’ she chuckled. ‘I just want you to consider it from another perspective. Sometimes, people project their deepest, truest emotions on their loved ones, and it’s not fair; it is wrong, and I agree with you, but this is where understanding comes into play. Now is not the time to lash out or punish her. Her silent treatment may be a cry for help, and you do not want to miss her party just because your ego is bruised.’