So…given my kind of person, and the amazing friendship I had with Chiboy, our little holiday was eventually the bomb! I called it our holiday because I had to sign up for leave at the office myself, which was fortunately granted. So for the two weeks and three days Chiboy spent in my house, I did so with him! It was endlessly fun! Sleep, eat, play, Tv, sleep, eat, play, Tv…repeat! I was already your fun-girl. I can be incredibly playful, even to a fault. And coupled with an unmatchable sense of humour, it was understandable why Chiboy soon began telling me he didn’t wish to go back home! We were an incredible match! We loved about the same kind of things and preferred doing about the same kind of things! Sometimes, I couldn’t believe he was just 7 years of age! Not like he was displaying any peculiar kind of maturity too significant for his age, but I never for once felt like I was with a kid! He was willing to talk and converse about anything at all and always did so with quite the confidence. Many things we had in common eventually blossomed during that time, including our little trick! I now used it every single time I wanted to get him to tell me the truth about anything! I would promise him that I was going to allow him fondle and grope either of my upper arms if he revealed the truth of the discussed fact to me. And then, without delay he would quickly do so! Using this rather bizarre strategy, I got to know that the reason Chinelo hadn’t gotten pregnant again was because she was having some kind of complications. It was even more bizarre to imagine she could do without telling me all these while.
Anyway, Chiboy’s holiday stay eventually came to an inevitable end after two fantastic weeks! They were some of the best days of my life. Like he had threatened earlier, he initially refused to go home and cried a lot on his final night despite all my efforts. It was just after I had slammed the front door at their house and turned to return home, that I felt my own tear too at the tip of my left eye. We both wished this could continue! However, while his stay couldn’t go beyond the two weeks, the impression it created did. I became even happier as a person and felt freer than ever before. Things looked like they had opened up again and I even got this belated promotion I had been promised for so long! It was a good ensuing couple of weeks. But then, what did crown it all up so beautifully, was Mike! A marketing executive at a sister company who I had always known for quite some time. Barely a month after I had returned from leave, we became closer friends and one thing led to the other quite really fast – and we were getting married!
Of course I didn’t see that coming. I was 32 and already wishing to think less of finding that ‘Mr. Right’. But I was going to be daft if I allowed this one slip away. So it proceeded and by the turn of the new year, we were a couple. It looked the perfect moment. Everyone was delighted and happy for us. My people were over the moon, mostly because they were already losing their patience. My friends never ceased sending across their congratulatory messages, and took every opportunity to emphasize how lucky I was to have the wealthy Mike. It was only always about how favoured and lucky I was. It was only always about Mike! And of course, he kind of carried it into marriage. He called himself the breadwinner even though I had a pretty significant job. And he barely always saw me as part of him. I was the weaker half; the helper; the wife and in some cases the satisfier! I wasn’t supposed to have a life of my own or even desires and dreams of my own. I was only expected to stroke Mike’s pompous ego while he went about town doing whatever he wanted! When it began looking like I wasn’t going to pop my first baby anytime soon, the harsh treatment tripled! He took sides with his sister and mom in reigning terror in our home! It was horrifying. Fortunately though, it lasted for only three years. We divorced!
Chinelo was the first person I told and she mourned my life like a dead son! She began visiting me regularly to make sure I retained my sanity. I had gone down 20 levels! A stagnant job; belated married life; a cruel husband; seeming bareness and ultimately, a grieving divorcee! I began wishing I wasn’t born and wondering why I had to go through a life like this one. Thankfully, Chinelo was there to pull me back to my feet. Our friendship during those days counted for much! We even began sharing other secrets about our personal lives and they became some serious encouragement to me. I had barely visited her since I got married. Mike wouldn’t allow that. So the divorce kind of brought us back together. Her own family was beginning to go through a rough patch equally. Her husband had been la!d off and they now had to rely on her usually inadequate paycheck while he desperately looked for a new job. Moreover, Chiboy, who I hadn’t now seen for over two years, had been admitted into a Federal Government College where he was a boarding student! Chinelo was having to bear the weight of his schooling virtually alone. It was generally a difficult time for all of us, but I was so lucky to have gained full recuperation through her help, before the news of their inevitable relocation broke out! Her husband eventually got a new job in Lagos, so they had to move. Chiboy was in boarding school anyways, so it wasn’t affecting him very much. Ultimately, we cried in each other’s arms (myself and Chinelo) the night before their full departure. We were still friends, but distance was going to deal a great blow to the relationship!