Last Updated on 18 November 2014 by Gertrude
It was so painful I recall: twisting, turning, cursing, my heart felt like it could fall. With swollen eyes and brutal unpreparedness I bore the tragedy, yet, Â I had planned the journey from A to Z, Â no detail left. I was crushed, the two and a half hour journey seemed impossible, the whole time, in a ten-seat bus the man who sat beside me tried to have a glimpse. He wouldn’t because my hair hid me from the world. I was mourning the end of a love journey.
For months my boyfriend and I had planned on how we (Child and I) would go to visit him. See, I got one of those terrifying moments, ”VISA DENIED”. We had planned on having a good time, with each other, to start our life together, from there. All hope shuddered, Â my journey to Nakuru feeling like an eternity, the whole time cursing why I even met him. Why God couldn’t allow us to be together. “I will never go to him”, I declared.
Few days later and the pain was never gone. I requested for him to come we place a complaint together but, ” I can’t, Â because of work”. Did he add to my stress and depression? WELL, YES. I knew then and there, the man had been joking, work was mostly important than me, us. I told him it was for the best we ended our love, Â become friends because long distance love never works.
Coming to the end of week one, as I sat somewhere watching melodramatic Nigerian Movies and I saw a woman in the same dilemma as mine. Just like me, Â the lady wanted to go live with her boyfriend against her brother’s will. Her brother was a Catholic Priest. He said, ” If the man purports to love you as he says, why break your leg by going to live at his place?. Don’t you have a home at our parents place, have you been chased?. This man is looking for the easy way out, and the easy way out is staying with him without being married; one, Â two, three kids. You become shapeless and ugly and fat, he starts bringing other women to the house. “Because of what?”, Â the lady asked. “Simple, cheap meat and he is not your legal husband, you cannot claim a ”steak” from him”.
Was I touched, shocked, relieved? It’s to say the least, I hadn’t looked at it from this angle, I was, am in love, what does it matter to lose me in a few moments to a man I am not married to? Though I didn’t instantly break up with my boyfriend, I learnt early enough. Let him come claim a steak from our house and not vice-versa. While rejection made me go into instant loss of mind, it salvaged me from myself, Â my insufficiency of blind love. In this case, this was a positive for me, then the days following I had nightmares regarding the same issue. A new chapter begun.