I don’t think it’s a good idea…
It’s not a good idea” Etekamba said shaking his head.
“But what is mine is yours also isn’t it?” Edima suggested.
“I know, but it’s not a good idea,” Etekamba stood his ground.
“Ok, what’s not good about the idea?” Edima probed.
“Well you see, it would be nice for me to have a structure to my life first. The way my life is now, is neither here nor there. I am still trying to navigate my way around life” Etekamba tried to explain.
“I do understand that, that is why I am making this offer to sort of ease things out for you till you stabilize” Edima spoke in a softer tone.
“I am grateful for that, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea. I would suggest that we tarry a bit, when once I stabilize we can conclude arrangements,” Etekamba stated.
In that J5 public transport bus that was travelling from Zamfara State in northern Nigeria to Lagos State in Western Nigeria, Etekamba’s mind, played back the last meeting with Edima. Every single detail was recollected. The one that struck him the most were the words “in that case I will have to move on.”
So this is how fickle life can be. When you think you are secure about a project, the carpet is swept off your feet and you crash land.
In his wildest dream, he never imagined that, that part of his life would end in such a dramatic and eventful way. After travelling for several hundreds of kilometres to go visit Edima, this was the outcome of his trip. Did he make a mistake to reject the offer?
He thought so hard. Sleep took a flight from his body and bags grew overnight under his eyeballs.
“No, no , no, it’s not a good idea. I did the right thing” he tried to convince himself.
“Are you okay?” the gentleman sitting next to him asked him.
“Why, don’t I look okay?” he queried the guy.
“Well for the past twenty minutes you have been talking to yourself and I was just wondering if you were okay.”
He didn’t realise that he had been conversing with himself all along and all those who sat in the J5 bus near him overheard the conversation and kept wondering if they were safe with him inside the bus.
Edima and Etekamba met at the university. They became close buddies and over time their relationship metamorphosed into something special.
Their attachment towards each other grew in weight and volume. They wanted to cement it further by making commitments to themselves in the presence of witnesses. After graduation, they went for their national service in different states. After the national service they reconvened at Zamfara State.
The idea was to explore how to take things further in their relationship. Etekamba was making a few trips to Monrovia and Abidjan, making some new contacts and developing a business plan. Nothing had materialised yet.
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