“See, forget it. If you guys won’t wait for me, then you can leave,” she shouted at her friends.
Her face was not always good when she was vexed. She wasn’t supposed to be sad going into this date but her friends weren’t giving her the chance to be happy.
“Won’t you leave her alone?” Fatimah raged from a distance. She didn’t care whatever might be, Zainab was waiting for. She just wanted them to go home, together.
“Hey hey hey! Shut up there o! If you want to leave, you can leave na, abi who is holding you back” Mariam lashed out.
She had often took sides with Zainab though she was of the same tribe with Fatimah. But there was no serious issue attached to it. They were more friendly when they were alone without her.
“I know you this fat fool would take side with her. Why can’t you just make use of common sense for once!” She fumed and turn to leave.
“See the Ode that claim to have common sense.” She mocked Fatimah with the wave of the hand as if examining her worth.
“Look Zainab, don’t mind her. She’s just a bully. Let her go, I’ll wait for you.” she embraced Zainab slightly.
Zainab was frustrated in her mind. What was this one thinking about? Wait for who? She didn’t want to ruin this first appearance with friends. How does it feel when you have your first date and invite your friends? It wouldn’t speak right of you and your host might take you to be a gold-digger – who always want their Bf to spend on them and their friends.
Although, she hadn’t told her friends she was having a date with Peter, she didn’t know may be Clinton might have told Fatimah and with her reaction – it was possible Clinton might have informed her, yet she didn’t want to have a false impression about Peter not being secretive about their meeting. She didn’t even know much about him than just being schoolmate.
She quickly calculated what she was going to tell Mariam who had decided to wait for her. She knew she had not really wanted them to wait for her but she had made it appear she actually needed them to wait. She had played a game there but Mariam wasn’t yielding to defeat. She had offset her mind seriously just now saying – she would wait for her.
“Ermmm Mariam, you see, I think you need to go with her.”
Mariam was seriously shocked at Zainab’s speech. She wasn’t sure she meant what she had said so she inquired with the expression of the face.
“I’m sorry but I think you need to follow Fatimah. You guyz live close so it won’t make sense if I should let you stay why she went home alone. Moreover, we don’t stay close,” she bowed her head.
“Are you serious? Like, you mean it, Zainab?”
Mariam was starting to feel a sort of betrayal. This was the girl she had just defended from her tribe’s mate or her more closer friend. What might have prompt Zainab to want to disgrace her when she was taking her side?
She was dazed and felt like shedding tears but self-examination called for courtesy when it required on such frivolity.
“See, I’m sorry but I think I need to have my privacy today. Just for today and everything would return to normal afterwards,” she said hoping it would – without a clue of what she might be stepping into. Love could turn out crazy, to the extent promises won’t be kept.
“Okay, good night!”
She walked off jaded. Her steps were heavy but she managed to trudge along. She felt sad at the way Zainab had treated her and she could cry if it were possible. What on earth had ever separated them (the 3 of them)? Nothing, and truly nothing had done that. Not even the different classes they are had separated them. They were so attached to one another as if they were triplets. Triplets sometimes were not as one as they were.
And now, Zainab was asking for the privacy she had never seeked before. Things were really changing and it was hightime they learnt to adapt, as it was one characteristics of a living being.
Zainab too felt pooped but she tried to lift her spirit. If she was to achieve any desired result, she had done what was supposed to be done. Anyway, it was just for today, she had thought and made for the Ice-cream Bar.
Her thoughts ran wide as she walked towards the field. She felt it would be better to save her friendship rather than engaging herself in a relationship she guessed might not be as strong as the love they all had for one another.
It nudged her may be she should run suddenly to Mariam, clinging to her like infants would cling to their mother’s b0s0m – apologising for the way she had behaved but suspended the thoughts as she was some few metres to the Bar.
If anything was still left to be done for the good of having a close male friend, it was this time, required. And turning back now would or could put her mind at war of what should be or not to be, if eventually her friends starts seeing their boyfriends as time goes on while she ruminates on her thoughts, chewing on her own anger. Killing the joy she might have heard, if she had given in to Peter’s request.
She didn’t want to regret it, none the less lose the friendship she had built with Mariam and Fatimah. But she had decided it was easy to make up her friendship than lose this chance.
To Be Continued….