Good day everyone,
Please forgive me for MIA-e-zim… I got really sick but I am much better now(Thank you Jesus!!). I wrote this before I got sick but I never got a chance to share. Enjoy!
Last summer, I met up with one of my friends for drinks after work. As soon as he saw me he asked me not get mad but he knows some Igbo guy he’s sure I’ll hit it off with. I was about to curse my friend out when someone said “hello” behind me. I turned to see a nice looking guy and my friend made the introductions. I smiled, excused myself and rushed to the restroom to repackage myself! Only for me to come out to hear Mr. Igbo telling my friend “she’s beautiful but I know I can do better”. I stepped back, regained composure and joined them. My friend knew I heard the guy. I told him I had to head home to do something for my mom. Mr. Igbo coded at this point that I heard him and apologized continuously. I smiled my best smile and told him “it’s okay…This way no one’s time gets wasted”. Hugged them both and went home. Did I cry about it? Nope. Did I call my friend to curse him out? No. Did it bother me? A little – I’m human after all. But when I got home to the fresh pot of Jollof rice my mommy made, Mr. Igbo was long forgotten. I didn’t even tell any about it. You may be wondering, why tell now? Before I explain, I’ll digress….
After my Wednesday night class, I usually go home to shower (as opposed to doing so at the gym). Last week, after class, my coworker told me she was going to shower and get all dolled up to go home. When I asked her why, she told me she keeps running into the fine-a** men on the trains. She told me to start doing it because “Girl, you never know”. So last night after my workout, I reluctantly showered and put on some foundation and lip gloss before heading home. When I got in the train someone stood over me, only for me to look up and see Mr. Igbo himself!
Mr. Igbo: *Calls my name*
Me: Yes?
Mr. Igbo: Do you remember me? I’m ***’s friend…. We met last summer at Skyroom
My mind: Of course I remember you, dorookpo! WHAT DO YOU WANT?
Me: *Smiles with confused look…* You look familiar but I can’t place it…
Mr. Igbo: We didn’t chat for long.. You left early and –
Me: Oo, Mr. I-know-I-can-do-better!! O wow.. How are you?
Mr: Sorry naaaaaa!!! I didn’t mean it like that.
Me: LOL. That’s okay!! Ah far na?
Mr. Igbo: Nothing much oo.. You look really good
Me: Thank you *smiles again*
Mr. Igbo: You know…. We never got a chance to get to know each other…. You just left that night… We should meet up some time and grab dinner or see a movie or something… so we can talk.
Me: LOL… Why? Last I remember, you saw me and knew you could do better. Why the sudden interest?
Mr. Igbo: First off, l’m soo sorry about that! I don’t even have an excuse, I was just stupid. I didn’t know you would hear me. I love how you handled it tho. You were so classy about it. I honestly haven’t stopped thinking about you since then. I ask about you all the time. **** was really mad at me. Long story short, I’m sorry. Give me a chance to make amends… Let me make things right. You fit be my oriaku oo!
My mind: This isn’t Jerry Maguire, you didn’t have me at hello!
Me: *Still smiling* I appreciate your words but I don’t know if I’ll be able to see you without thinking “I know I can do better”. I am not angry or anything. But I deserve better than judgement right off the bat. Whatever your reasons were.
Brethren I write all this to say two things:
1. GOD WIN! I honestly don’t know why/how the guy saw his future oriaku (wife) in me last night but I thank God I didn’t look like my regular bumby-post-workout-self when I saw him!
2. There is a reason the owner only needs one day! See how God turned the tables. We all have reasons to be Bitter. The trick is to stop dwelling on these reasons of bitterness and move on. Leave the past in the past and the enjoy the gift of the present! It won’t be easy but with time (because you are not dwelling on it) God will renew your joy and give you 10 million more moments to replace that 1 moment sadness. Look at me now =D
Thank you for reading and follow me and dance Korede Bello’s track God Win
Love Always
The Wawa New Yorker
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