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YINKA was shocked. Not only did she start crying softly, she did tell her story.
CASSANDRA had just completed her NYSC and begun a real job. She had never for once considered the khaki-designed hussle to be anything like a real job. In fact, she endured the entire thing only
because of her father. He gave her a car, put her on his payroll and assured her of a job when she
was done. Heck yeah, she took the offer.
Her parents weren’t crazily loaded or anything, but they did ok. Ok is relative yeah, but still, as
far as she was concerned, they were in the middle class…. Well, slightly above (a tiny whiny bit),
but it didn’t mean much to her. She had enough to get by and she was more than grateful.
Her real job actually, was running her online marketing company. It started out as a hobby,
writing, reporting, and the whole online razzmatazz. Apparently it turned out that she was pretty
good at it and the right people noticed. A few months down the line, she had six employees, regular contracts and a steady flow of income.
Her boyfriend of the last five years was Chike.
Chike was as good as they came really, and they had been good all the while.
He had a good job, was decent, even cooked. Her parents liked him and he played the ‘hello-future-parents-in-law’ role very well too.
She lost her virginity to him too. Yes…lost.
After a crazy unexpected night out with friends in her final year, she ended up leaving the zone a
tit-bit more drunk than she planned. She really wasn’t much of a drinker, just the occasional
splurge now and then. Anyway so on this night, she practically had to beg Chike to take her home.
He had told her to hold on for about 10minutes, but after she somehow managed to do a full
cat-wheel and split right there, he rapidly changed his mind. They laughed all the way home and the rest of the night went in a haze. She really couldn’t remember all the details, but she figured a couple of things 5 seconds after opening her eyes.
1. She wasn’t home
2. She wasn’t dressed (this took half a second actually)
3. She was about to throw up
4. Chike was in her no. 2 state a few inches beside her
5. She wasn’t a virgin anymore
6. She threw up.
Chike seemed genuinely sorry. She couldn’t help but wonder if he really was. He had been asking for sex a lot more of late… no pressure or anything, but it was there. She had no plans to lose her virginity before getting married and she had stuck by that decision… well, till now.
That should have sounded alarms in her head, but she let it go. He seemed remorseful (Acting 301)
demands requests for sex all but ended.
They started planning their wedding. She was done with NYSC and he was settled, so they felt it was finally time. She had travelled for a meeting with a new client of hers and finished very early. In
fact, the meeting barely lasted an hour and she was just wondering why exactly the client had asked her to travel in the first place.
Oh well, they’re paying anyway. 1st class for that matter.
She shifted moved her flight up and surprisingly, the flight was timely. She didn’t let anyone know
of her change in plans. Chike, her parents, her employees… she just needed time to be on her own, clear her head and just rest. All the wedding planning, parents dropping their
demands opinions and all the drama… she could do with a me-alone time.
She landed in one piece and took a cab to her apartment. She unlocked the door and didn’t notice
anything out of place till she went to the kitchen to have a cool drink. It looked like someone
cooked in it… she hadn’t cooked in a week. However, it smelt like, like… CHIKE’S DISH DE LA DISH!!!
Well that’s what he chose to call it. It was actually spaghetti in some funny but amazingly
delicious sauce. She never quite got the hang of how he made it, and he never quite shared either.
Excitement flooded her stomach! How on earth did he know she was coming back this early? The
client? Who? Hahaha!!!
She excitedly made a dash for the bedroom. She was sure he was there, waiting, dish-in-hand, ready to sweep her off her feet and then stuff her with his delicious dish.
“Oh my goodness, Chike you’re just the…”
The words eluded her mid-sentence as she opened the door.
Huh? The loaded tray of food was there on the dresser, but nobody was…
It was then she noticed that the shower was running in the bathroom. As she made her way toward it, the door opened from the inside.
Out of it came Oluchi, her school roommate…best friend of six, in nothing but nature’s clothes.
Behind her, similarly dressed, was Chike. Her soon-to-be ex-fiance.
By the time the rage had cleared from her system, plates, mirrors and other things broken around
the room, Chike bleeding from a scratch on his face, Oluchi from her mouth where she had
head-butted her… Cassandra fell to the floor and wept.
The affair had been going on for the past 3 years. They were sorry…it was the devil… he wanted to
stop but Oluchi kept coming… no he was the one that kept coming…they were going to stop before the wedding…it was the devil…they were sorry…it was really the devil…they were sorry…they were very
By the time she managed to throw them out of her house and her life… she passed out.
5 weeks later, after the news and the drama of the breakup had subsided (her dad had actually
kicked the idiot when he came begging, prostrating before him), she sold the majority shareholdings of her company for a worryingly huge amount of money (apparently, someone saw the potential) and then took a vacation out of the country for a month.
This was 5 months after and needless to say, she hadn’t really recovered. All men were idiots as
far as she was concerned.
When she finished her story, cleaning her eyes with his hanky, Yinka was weak.
He really didn’t know what to do or say and in that uncertainty, so he held her close. She buried
herself in the hug and started sobbing again.
What a wounded soul
“I think they just called my flight Cassandra, I’m going to Lagos. You know, we can keep in touch
She cleaned her nose. “I’m going to Lagos too. I guess we’re on the same flight.”
They checked and realized that they indeed were on the same flight, albeit different seats. They
walked to the plane together in silence.
“Okay, so we’ll talk right?”
Cass nodded. “Make sure you call her before we take off. Get it off your chest.” He nodded as he
walked off. What a day.
Bolanle walked towards the plane; her heart pounded harder with every step.
Babe calm yaself. No go there go embarass yaself na. Arrange.
The self pep talk worked as her legs found strength again and she strode purposefully towards the
Back at the café, the irate woman had yelled her lungs out, with the angry looking Alhaji making
things worse by adding his own version of events. She hurled a few verbal missiles at them when all her pleading fell on deaf (very deaf) ears. Eventually, her boss had to come out from his office and calm everyone down. Before he could scold her, the flight was announced and she took off, glad for any opportunity to get away.
She struggled with the seat belt for abit but eventually figured it out.
I no go carry last finally finally. Hehe. Ehn? Who be this??
Cassandra had just come and taken her seat beside her.
Mcheeew. This disgu girl don come o, kai. Which kyn thing be this?
Cassandra was looking around the plane and after finding what she was looking for, got up and left.
Yinka was strapping up when Cassandra approached him and spoke to the man seated beside him.
“Sir, I’m soo sooo sorry to be a bother. But do you mind switching seats with me?”
The man was about to say something, probably refuse her, when she added.
“It’s just that we’re colleagues and we have work to do before landing, and we really don’t want to get fired. Our seats were erroneously separated at the counter. I’m so so sorry for the inconvenience sir, please please please”
And then she flashed the cutest smile he had seen in a long time. “Hmm, okay fine girl. Where’s
“It’s just over there. I’m eternally grateful sir.” Another smile. Gosh she DID know how to smile.
Yinka was quietly laughing and shaking his head as she strapped in beside him. “You’ve really got
some nerve you this woman.”
She just smiled.
Some seats away, Bolanle was watching all the pre-take off activity happening out the window.
This flight fit make sense afterall sha.
She turned when she heard movement beside her.
This yeye geh don come a…..
A stone faced ALHAJI paused as he saw her and then, quietly sat down and strapped in beside her.
She turned her face back to the window
Kill me now. Kill me now oh Lord.