Like A Brother To Me (Part 2)

When we began, it felt awkward.He reached out to hug me whenever we met, while I was still accustomed to chopping knuckles with him. He introduced me as his “babe” when we ran into his colleagues at the mall and I found myself chuckling in an embarrassed way. He sent messages several times a day and complained my responses were not romantic enough. I was getting myself to fit into my new role in his life but he considered my efforts to be slow and devoid of enthusiasm. He always reminded me of the kiss on his forehead at the hospital, which he said gave him hope that our transitioning would be smooth.

And then, we had our first major quarrel.

We were playing scrabble in his house one hot Saturday afternoon. The open windows didn’t seem to have an effect so I pulled off my shirt and had just my camisole on.

“Eriibaby, so you have these tyres? Shirts really do a lot of covering up, you know?” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Young man, what did you just say? So, your gentleman ethics didn’t teach you that there are things you don’t say to a lady?”

“Madam, what wrong did I do? I simply made an observation.”

“Really? And you had to be that insensitive about it?”

“Haba. I have teased you several times in the past.”

“Not about my body. It’s not your fault, anyway. I blame myself for being at home in your house. If I hadn’t pulled off my shirt, this nonsense wouldn’t have happened.”

“Stop reacting, joor. If I had not noticed it today, I’d still notice it after we’re married and we’re having sex,” he said, sniggering.

“In your dreams. What makes you think I want to marry a man who makes insensitive comments at his lady?”

I reached for my shirt and handbag and stormed out of his house.

I expected to have tons of apology messages streaming into my phone but for two days, I didn’t hear from him. Each time I stepped out of the bathroom, I’d rush to my phone. I had hoped I’d see a missed call from his number. On the third day, his birthday, I sent him a text message. Still bitter, I sent a perfunctory “Happy birthday, Emeka”. After what seemed like a century, his response came in: “Where will you take your boyfriend to?”

I was both excited and disappointed. Excited that we were talking again; disappointed that it took his birthday to make that happen.  I called Royal Inn – his favourite restaurant – and placed a reservation for the evening.  The date went well. Until one of my colleagues walked in. And headed towards our table. He didn’t stop at exchanging pleasantries but went on to ask Emeka if he would accompany me on my six-month training in South Africa. My heart sank. This was not how I intended this to play out.

“When did the company inform you about this?”

“Two weeks ago”

“And you feel the best way for me to find out is through your colleague?”

“I…I…emm…. I wanted to inform you earlier but it’s been difficult for me. I remember the stories you used to tell me when you were dating Chinenye and how you detested long-distance relationships. I was just confused.”

“Confused indeed. Erimma, it’s obvious you’re struggling.”

“Yes, I’ve been struggling with the thought of telling you and–”

“No, struggling with this relationship. You have changed. You used to enjoy my company, crack jokes with me and rush to tell me things first.”

“But I was still going to tell you. It’s not like–”

“I think we need to end this before we completely destroy our friendship.”

“Could you please speak English?”

“I’m sorry I started this but I prefer the Erimma I had as my classmate and friend for 7 years to the Erimma who is my supposed lover. It’s cool you’re leaving for South Africa soon. We’ll get over this breakup easily while we’re apart.”

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  • Reply
    February 13, 2017 at 5:53 pm

    Ewo! This budding romance can’t end like this na. Expecting a Valentine bonus. Please make us happy

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    February 13, 2017 at 6:20 pm

    Seems someone is having complex issues, the guy i think…

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    February 13, 2017 at 6:21 pm

    Seems someone is having complex issues, the guy i think… Or he doesn’t know what he wants

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      February 13, 2017 at 7:34 pm

      Let’s find out next week. Thank you, Jack.

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    February 13, 2017 at 6:29 pm

    You break my heart girl!

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      February 13, 2017 at 7:32 pm

      Life keeps breaking our hearts, unfortunately.

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    Chi chi
    February 13, 2017 at 7:13 pm

    Awwww. Poor Erimma. I will like to know how this ends. Hehehe

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      February 13, 2017 at 7:31 pm

      Definitely, you will. You can subscribe via e-mail and receive notifications once a new post is up. Thank you.

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    February 13, 2017 at 8:02 pm

    Speaking for myself sha. But I believe a distant relationship can work out well. Just depends on the parties involved.

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      February 13, 2017 at 8:35 pm

      I agree with you. A commitment to make it work is key.

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    Kenneth Ibeh
    February 13, 2017 at 8:05 pm

    God save u… u dont complete thos story….
    I will cry

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    Eseosa DD
    February 14, 2017 at 12:18 pm

    Lovely story!well done your majesty

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    February 16, 2017 at 8:54 am

    I can totally relate. Back to the old argument about it being more fun as friends than as lovers.

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    Njoku Sandra
    March 2, 2017 at 1:02 pm

    Lovely. Painful as it may seem, i think some people are better off as friends than lovers.

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      March 4, 2017 at 10:39 pm

      Thank you, Sandra. True, though I feel people don’t always make efforts to make it work. What do you think?

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