Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Adesewa Dixon and I’m a doctor. Yes, a doctor. I come from a family of six. I have 3 siblings; two boys and a girl and so four children in total. My sister is Adeola, she is the oldest daughter of the family. I have an older and a younger brother too. Adeolu is the oldest and the first of the boys, leaving Adebolu as the last born. I’m the third born; Adeolu, Adeola, Adesewa, Adebolu. My parents liked the “Ade” part, so they decided to add it in all our names.
“Sewa, where you dey?”
As I heard my sister’s voice over the phone, I increased my walking pace.
“I dey front of the restaurant, I’m about to enter.”
Before going in, I whipped out my small mirror to check my face. I was surprised to see my MAC face beat I gave myself was still intact. I reapplied more lipstick, sprayed a half empty bottle of the Victoria Secret’s body perfume that I found in my never ending handbag and went in to meet my sister.
I spotted her sitting in the middle table, facing the door and a male figure sitting in front of her. I could not see his face but he was dressed in all grey Ankara attire.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I said as I approached the table.
I got closer to my sister to give her a hug and then turned to shake the hands of this unknown guy seating with her. As our eyes jammed, I almost let out a curse word. Under my breath I went, “Shit!” The guy was the furthest thing from a stranger to me; it was Chidi. I could not believe my eyes, it was Chidi Okoye. What was he doing back from the states, here in Lagos? With my sister? I think I even asked those questions out loud.
I quickly put my hands down, turned to my sister to tell her I would see her later, but he held and pleaded for me not to go.
“Sewa, we have to talk.”
“Talk about what?” I said, quickly collecting myself so I don’t create a scene here in a public place.
“What is there to talk about? Ehn tell me Chidi. Should we start from the part where you cheated on me or no, let’s talk about the day you walked out?” All the anger that had been building up inside of me was finally coming loose.
It’s been a year and half since me and Chidi parted ways from the three years relationship we once had. We met in the states where I was doing my residency. He came in with a broken arm as I was on duty that night. We hit it off from then.
The break up was very painful and the mere thought that I wasted three years of my life on this guy was what kept eating me up. I remember my playlist during those sad days consisted of Waje’s song “I wish I didn’t have a heart” followed by the continuous raping of the reply button to Beyonce’s “broken hearted girl” I was depressed; luckily, I found closure in my work. And I finished my Residency, worked in an American hospital for almost a year before I made the huge move back to my mother’s land for good. So far I love Lagos; it’s a wonderful place to be when you have the money.
Anyway, I told my sister goodbye and left. I entered a taxi and went to pick up my car at the club where I had left it. The drive home was long and I did a lot of thinking. I asked myself what in the world Chidi was up to coming back? I even thought about the Bode guy I woke up at his place. “What a day, what a way to spend my day off.” As I pulled up into my house, I went in, had a snack, showered and went straight to bed. I watched African magic till I slept off.
TO BE CONTINUED
Nice 1 name sake
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