Episode Nineteen
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...So in the story, Cinderella’s prince goes searching for her with the glass slipper that she had left behind when she ran off at midnight. There are several things that confuses me about that story. Like why didn’t the glass slippers disappear or change along with everything else when the magic faded, and why would the prince in his right mind think that Cinderella would be the only one with that particular shoe size in the whole Kingdom. Although it turns out he was right after all. I’m sure she must have been like a UK size 38 or so. Lucky girl. All the best shoes come in small sizes.
But think about it what if there had been a gold digger named Ibukun, Doris or Cynthia with the same shoe size? Would he have married that one?
Oh well my own modern day prince charming didn’t have to search for me from house to house. Technology had made it easier for him. He had my phone number. Yes, Dehinde finally called me. And I was thrilled to hear his voice.
‘’Hello is this the operator?’’ He had started when I picked up the phone. ‘’I’m trying to reach the one that has stolen my sleep.’’
‘’ Hello Dehinde. I said laughing. Immediately scolding myself for sounding like I had been expecting his call.
‘’ Hello Gorgeous. Have you been sleeping? I haven’t slept since I met you’’ how do I resist this man I asked myself for the millionth time.
‘’Now how do you expect me to believe that?’’ I asked sounding very sultry.
‘’Oh believe it. I never lie’’ he replied in that rich baritone that could wake up the dead.
We talked about everything and nothing in particular. And finally set a date to meet up for lunch and a movie.
While I was on the phone with Dehinde, my phone kept beeping. Yomi Shaolin was calling. I called her back immediately I got off the phone with him.
‘’Yo Nigga’’ she started. ‘’How’s it hanging down in Yoruba land?’’
‘’Same thing different day Shaolin. Oh Dehinde just called.’’ I told her offhandedly
‘’The handsome prince with the private island and bottomless bank account?’’ she asked suddenly sounding excited.
‘’That would be the one’’ I replied laughing.
‘’Soo when are you meeting up? More importantly, when are you having his babies?’’
‘’AH SHAOLIN!! Babies ke?’’ I shouted dramatically.
‘’Ehen??? Why the shouting?’’ my friend replied. Sounding like she was lecturing a slow child.
‘’This is your ticket to the good life and you want to start slacking. Wobi! Wake up o and snag this one! When I heard about the private island I almost strangled my husband in his sleep so I can come to Naija myself to snatch him.’’ We both burst into fits of laughter.
‘’But you hooked me up with Kristof, I thought you would be upset that it didn’t work out’’ I asked truly surprised. Kristoff had called me a number of times but I hadn’t picked up. I just didn’t want to live in a dream anymore. I knew that was the only way that I could let go and truly get him out of my mind.
‘’Kristoff ko! Vladamir Putin Ni! Babes leave old story jor! I’ll call back during the week and I expect to hear results. Kapische?’’ she said doing a Marlon Brando mimic when she said the last word.
‘’ Yes Ma’am’’ I responded in mock agreement.
‘’Talk to you later alligator’’ She said saying goodbye the way we always have from early childhood.
‘’After a while crocodile’’ I answered. With that she signed off. The next call was from Sally Balarabe. With almost similar questions, I didn’t want to be pressured into having anything to do with Dehinde until I was sure I absolutely wanted to. There’s is no doubt in my mind that he can show me a good time for a while and I’ve decided to enjoy the ride and school myself to expect nothing more except it blossoms naturally.
I don’t even know if I’m ready for love, or if I would recognize it if it slaps me in the face. I’ve just been through too much hurt and anguish that I want to take things at my own pace. Maybe as they say new love heals all wounds. I don’t know if it’s true.
I was lying in bed reading a novel when my mom walked in and sat on my bed facing me.
‘’Mags? What of that guy you told me about Dayo or what was that his name?’’
Dear lord not my mother too. Will Aunty Nwando come to ask me about him as well?
No wonder all the ladies in fairy tale land wanted to be Cinderella. Everyone wants comfortability.
To be or not to be? That is the question.
Namaste!
- Writer
