As I walked into the meeting with my face reddened in sorrow and my eyes heavy with want of Ola, I stared at the board members— they strangely all seemed to metamorphose into different phallus shaped gnomes. I sat quietly avoiding attention as my eyes were fixated on the presentation screen but my soul, spirit and mind was lost in my imagination of all sorts of coitus postures.
I don’t know how long the managing director called my name but all I heard before my outburst was “Ene are you here with us”? I don’t know how my brain interpreted the question, I really cannot explain what happened to me, but our client suddenly looked like My landlady, our branch manager took the form of Umma, the managing director eerily had the face of Baba Mariam.
Maybe it was anger, maybe it was sexual frustration, maybe it was my sudden recollection of my last heart break and the fact that I am 31 and unmarried, maybe it was the voice of my mother ringing in my head reminding me that I am nothing without a husband, or maybe it was just plain emotional breakdown but I heard my voice at the other end of the meeting hall…that was my voice, but I could not believe that the words “Fuck You All” came out of my throat.
I was escorted out of the meeting like a homeless beggar by the security officials and I was told to return on Monday for a verdict.
The sky outside my work place was cloudy, a cloudy Thursday. Thursdays have always come with bad luck. i recollected that It was on a Thursday that I lost my last relationship with Bash.
After I returned from Maiduguri, I went straight to Bash’s house, I prepared a meal with the spices Umma gave me, I did as instructed. Bash ate hungrily as he ravished the meal, he ravished my body too that night as he kept confessing his love and allegiance to me—he moaned loudly and cried in passion. I licked the tears off bash’s eyes, Bash cried as he made love to me.
That weekend was memorable, he worshipped the ground I stepped on, and when he was called by his father for an emergency he left me a fat cheque and told me to take a trip to the kenyan safari as he would be away for two weeks and by the time he gets back, he would meet my parents.
We both cried as we kissed each other goodbye at the airport, he assured me that he would not exceed two weeks with his family but he needed to be present for his uncle’s coronation as the Attah of Igala.
Bash could not stay a full hour without calling me and when I told him on Wednesday night that I was feeling a little sick, he joked about me carrying his twins and sang me to sleep.
I dreamt that night that I cooked a large feast and all of a sudden the feast turned into big white cockroaches. I was jolted out of my nightmare and on impulse, I reached out for my phone, I dialed Bash’s number, it rang thrice and went into a voice mail. My Instagram kept getting notifications, my WhatsApp kept buzzing with messages, Amina was asking if I was home, my heartbeat pounded loudly through my chest, I felt goosebumps, something was wrong!
I hurriedly checked one of the notifications, the horror that met my eyes caused my heart to stop.
What do you think happened to bash?
…To Be Continued