Simi made her way to the bathroom. She’d left her companion with their bags at the airport lobby, waiting for their flight to the States where a new life would begin for her.
As she made the turn, she bumped into a moving object. Supplies tumbled to the ground and in a flurry hands reached down to rescue rolling items.
Two pairs of eyes met. Held.
The flashback had her reeling.
They had met nine years ago on a wrong turn. Strong arms had reached out to steady her and captivating brown eyes arrested her. He seemed to like her too, though she wasn’t sure why.
They began seeing each other before deciding the attraction was too strong for a platonic level.
And so a promising relationship bloomed over the coming years. He took her home to meet his family and they would often spend their weekends together.
Their relationship could only possibly be headed in one direction. So when he called her one morning to set a date for later that night , her heart soared. She knew the time was here.
Over dinner she sat, staring at the face of the man she loved. He reached for her hands, clasped then between his and uttered the words that would change her life.
“Simi, we can’t continue with this relationship.”
Her smile froze in place. She couldn’t have heard him right.
“I know we have been seeing each other for a long time now, but my parents are against my marrying someone from another tribe. You know I’m the first son,” he said.
“You what?” She croaked. Then finding her voice, “Chima you knew what I was all these years! Eight years after and you just realised your parents don’t want you married to a Yoruba girl?”
She could feel her world crumbling. Why her? She’d turned down all her suitors for him and now this?
She cried. Begged. He apologized.
Two days after he got married to another woman.
I read an online journal which narrated the story of a man who had left his “main chic” to marry his “side chic”. The narrator seemed pretty happy for the couple, but I couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would choose to do something like that to a woman who’s spent years with him.
Was she a slut for having sex with him?
Should having a shady past make her unworthy of a desired male?
Does a woman’s marriage worthiness depreciate the longer she stays indefinitely with a man?
I say this knowing there are those who would woo a woman without the intention of settling down with her. Perhaps this is another classic case of ‘good girl dating bad guy, but taking the good guy home’ only now it’s reversed. Or maybe it is just another example of how people have the capacity to hurt others emotionally.
How then do we curb this, stay safe?
Kill relationships entirely?
Have specific timelines by which to judge it’s possibility of being permanent?
Not having sex? I learned it’s more difficult to let go of someone you’ve known in the biblical way.
Who is a monster and who is a man?
Simi gave Chima her heart. He broke it. The end.