“We are getting married”, I screamed into the phone and I could hear my girls shrieked with delight.
I am getting married to the love of my life.
My excitement knows no bound. It was the most beautiful Saturday of my life. I did not see it coming. I have always been a very shy person, everyone who knows me knows this. Jide knows I have always fancy private proposal, I can’t predict what I may do when he pops the question.
We’ve been having so many issues lately. From arguing about the most little things to screaming at each other for not calling in first.
“You’ve been online all day! And you couldn’t even call me or send me a good morning.”
“You could have at least ask me why I’ve been up so early or even just say good morning.”
“It has always been me first! Me all the time. I intentionally kept quiet this time just to see if you’d notice. But you obviously did not…”
And this will go on and on until one of us get tired of blaming the other.
Today was a bad day. From waking up to going for a run. Oh I forgot to mention, my name is Andrea and I’m a fit fam. I cannot stand having unnecessary fat in the wrong places. So every morning, I run for an hour.
I got a call from home earlier that day, my dad’s condition was really getting worse. He’s been diagnosed of Testicular Cancer 6 months ago and there’s been no improvement in his health.
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I work for a fashion house and I’m used to been the most resourceful employee. But now I have a competition and to think she was selected to attend the Lagos Fashion Week with the boss was like a big blow to my growing career.
I just want to run away! I felt really sick but I wouldn’t stop running. My relationship is dying! All my friends told me to let him go but I cannot. I love him so much. They say he’s toxic for me but I feel I am toxic for myself too.
I returned home, tired and exhausted and tried to open my door but it opened effortlessly without me turning the lock.
He was sitting there looking like an Arab prince. My room was smelling of lavender and rose and he was on one knee with the most beautiful diamond I have ever seen. It has a shiny blue stone and my eyes lit up!
“Will you marry me, Andrea?”
My first reaction was to bring up the issue we had last night. He wanted to spend the night after we had just sorted out an issue. I had vehemently said NO. He had begged and begged as he said he was too tired to drive home. There’s no way our emotions will not betray us. Besides, it has always been his wish and not mine. I even told him to leave the car here and I will bring it to him tomorrow. I had suggested he used Uber home. He must have been really upset as he left without a goodbye. He did not even let me know when he got home. I must have dozed off too while waiting.
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But the blue diamond was blurring my thinking faculty. I could not wait to rock it and take a picture for the gram! I love beautiful things and showing it off to the world!
“Yes!” I screamed so loud, I almost lost my eardrums. “I will marry you, Jide”
In that moment, I forgot my parents sternest warning, “Never marry a Yoruba Man.”
Exactly two weeks later, I got a knock on my door. I dragged myself to the door. My whole body was still sore from running all over the street. Nevertheless, I did stood up and opened it to see one of the most beautiful light skinned lady I’ve ever met in my life.
“Come in” I find myself ushering in a stranger. I felt it was rude to leave her at the door. Besides, she looks harmless and too stunning.
“I’ve got no time to stay, lov. My name is Ololade.”
The name rang a bell.
“OMG! You are the Lolade, Jide’s cousin!”
She stared at me. I could feel her eyes tearing into my head, trying to search for the functional part of my brain.
“Oh no darling. You’ve been fooled. I’m the wife not the cousin. We are getting married next weekend. And I thought to officially invite you. I was in the neighborhood. Jide once told me about you being the BFF.”
She gave me the Invitation card. I wasn’t sure if I collected it or not. Not even sure if she said goodbye. I can’t remember anything but the aftermath of the proposal, two weeks ago.
Jide only proposed just to get in between my legs! After 6 years of dating without sex and unending fight about it, he only proposed with the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. And I had been so gullible and too excited to even remember my resolute. I had been used in my weakest moments and I am never going to forgive myself.
I have been scammed!!! And no I am not getting married…
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