My flight back to Nigeria was plagued with overwhelming nostalgia. The moment I boarded the plane, bouts of nostalgic feeling hit me. I knew this day would come, when I’d terribly miss leaving my daughter behind a second time but didn’t really expect to miss her daddy with equal intensity. At that moment, I felt some of what I used to feel years back when we were so much in love but separated by distance. E be like say I don fall for mummy’s boy again, chai!?
“You don’t have to go,” Tade whispered in my ears as we snuggled in bed the previous night.
I smiled. “Are you trying to get me fired? Vacation is officially over, mister.”
“I know,” he snuggled closer, his warm breath fanning my neck, “but you don’t have to go.”
“I’m afraid I have to.”
“Why? Don’t you like it here?”
“Well, I am a responsible employee,” I shifted so I could make more body contact, “imagine your employee conniving to leave you hanging while in bed with someone, would you like that?” I asked playfully.
“You ehn! Such a sly somebody.”
Yes, I’d love to stay and be with my daughter everyday. Yes, I’d love to stay, fall and stay in love with my husband. Yes, I’d love to stay and have a cozy family. Yes, but no…as the matter still get k-leg – her ‘royal highness’!
Saying goodbye to Oyinade did not come easy but I was somehow mentally prepared for it. What I wasn’t prepared for was how I desperately clung to Tade and kissed him passionately when he held me in his arms and whispered, “don’t go” in my ears. I clearly wished to stay but I couldn’t.
Life went on as usual once I returned to Nigeria. My folks back home were happy to see me bubbly and full of life. I interacted with Oyinda and Tade everyday via every means possible – voice call, video call, chat, and what have you. Pleasant moments filled my days and…well, let’s just say my nights became less lonely.?
“I’m glad you took that trip,” dad said to me one of those days, “it did you a world of good.”
“Me too, dad,” I responded, “I’m glad I did.”
“A ma dupe o. We thank God,” mum joined in, “and I know He will perfect what He has started.”
“Amen,” we chorused.
Trust mothers, even when they ‘trust God’ for something, they will still try to ‘help’ in their own way?. I returned from work one evening and received the announcement that mummy had made a call to Tade’s mum.
“Mo pe iya oko e laaro,” she announced casually.
I halted. “What?”
“I said I called your mother-in-law,” she re-affirmed.
“Why? Did something happen to her?”
“Must something happen to her for me to call her? Are we not relatives?”
“You are?” my pupils dilated in mock expression, “the last time I checked, she didn’t think so.”
“Iwo lo mo. Na you sabi.”
“So, what was this call about o? E gbe si mi leti, knack me tori,” I laughed.
“Ki lo kan e pelu ajoso wa? Mind your business and stop poking your nose in elders’ matter.”
I imagined my mother-in-law’s expected cold reception and laughed at my mum. What on earth was she thinking? “Issokay, te ba so be, if you say so. Just don’t go looking for that woman’s trouble sha. Don’t say I didn’t warn you o, mummy.”
“B’ara e da soun jere, get yourself away from here,” mum wasn’t finding it so funny.
I wished her luck in her new adventure and laughed all the way to my room.
The bond between my daughter and I waxed stronger despite the long distance. Though I wasn’t with her physically, I knew practically everything about what happened to her per time. Like me, she was good at gisting and she never failed to download daily gists for me. We’d gist on and on and make Tade green with envy. Tade and I grew closer too because more than ever before, we now have a mutual subject of interest – our daughter. He’d eagerly give me his own gists about her and their father-daughter relationship, then steal moments to woo me with sweet words. Other times, he’d go as far as planting pleasant surprises my way. In the space of two months since my return, I’d had lunch, dessert, voucher, and other gift items delivered to me courtesy Tade. Hmm, yoriyori tinz!?
My birthday was no exception. He really went all out to make it a memorable one for me. My colleagues at work were busy “ooh-ing” and “ah-ing” and threatening to ‘disown’ me if I didn’t take the next available flight to Miami. I didn’t hesitate to express my heartfelt appreciation via video call later at night, which had almost become a routine.
“Did my birthday girl have fun?” Tade asked
“You bet I did. My colleagues are in love with you o, just so you know.”
“Eh yah, that’s cute, only that I can’t reciprocate.”
“Why na?” I feigned ignorance.
“Because one girl like that has taken all my love na ni,” he winked, “I don’t have any left to spare your colleagues.”
“Na wah for her o,” I faked disdain, “some people can be very selfish sha.”
“By the way, mum asked me to wish you happy birthday on her behalf.”
“Oh, really! That’s so nice of her. My sincere thanks to her.”
We chatted some more…
“What time is your Spa appointment tomorrow?” He had booked a Spa appointment for me as part of my birthday goodies. Since my birthday was Friday and I’d be working for most part, he booked the appointment for Saturday.
“Oh, I think I’ll call and reschedule. I don’t feel up to any outing tomorrow.”
“Aww, sorry my love. Work-related stress, abi?”
“Mnnn, not exactly, I just feel a bit out of tune with my body.”
“Ehen? How do you feel gangan?”
“I can’t really place the feeling…it’s pervasive bakan sha. I even threw up earlier today.”
“You threw up ke?”
“Ehn, ni office. It’s nothing jere…probably all that excitement and stuff I ate. I’ll be fine,” I said dismissively.
“Hmm…,” he squinted.
“Should I tell you what I think?”
“I think you should go to the pharmacy and get a PT.”
“You’re not serious,” I laughed deliriously, ‘PT ko, PA ni. Se oyun ma n fo mo eeyan ni? Pregnancy dey jump on person?”
“Well, it doesn’t but if you dance kerewa at some point, it can decide to pay you a visit.” Tade’s mischievous comment didn’t sit well with me.
“Ehn, that’s for the person who danced kerewa na. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Ahn, ahn, mummy wa, you don’t know gini?”
“Ta ni mummy yin? Who’s your mummy?”
“Arinola, stop playing dumb joor. You need a refresher course ni?”
“You honestly need me to remind you of what you did?”
“What I did? What are you talking ab…,” I couldn’t finish the sentence as realisation dawned. “Holy moley! That? Are you referring to that?”
Tade nodded in affirmation and added a wicked grin for effect.
“But…how…I mean…as in…it didn’t even last more than few seconds,” I had a perplexed look that Tade thought was funny.
“Yeah, baby…it’s called quickie.”
“Shut up joor,” I feigned anger.
This time, he didn’t spare me the “my belle o” kind of laughter. He practically rolled on the floor laughing his behind off and I was left with the stark reality of pregnancy.
To be cont’d…
© 2017 AyotundeElegbeleye
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