The waiting game – Part 2
(Continued from last week)
Bolu’s first year in the US was fascinating, with regards to his relationship with his sweetheart. Yetunde was always happy, as he always called her and even sent e-mails to her on a regular basis, which gladdened the heart of the young lady.
He wrote her memorable letters that further cemented their relationship and kindled the flame of love in her soul. There was this poetic prose he wrote her that filled her with passion and joy.
It went thus: “It was a day like every other day and people were doing their normal businesses. Time was running out until late in the night and I was lucky to have got you this time around.
“You sat beside me, like never before. It was like a carnival of lovers. I held you and pecked you like a baby and you in turn smiled like a paragon. The place was cool and serene.
“Once again, you smiled like a paragon among paragons; a paragon of virtues, a paragon of physical anatomic grace, a paragon of broadness of heart. “You held on to me tightly, but when I was about to leave you, you said ‘No’ and smeared me with your love scent. And this continued for a while, but behold an alarm rang.
“It was 6 am and surprisingly, it was only a dream. Oh, Yetunde, I was dreaming! I got up from my bed and prepared to go out for my lecture. Without you, there is no light…all is darkness. Your presence brightens my day like sunshine…even dreams of you makes my day beautiful and complete…Oh, Yetunde…”
Most times, Yetunde would pick his letters and read them aloud to feel his presence. That was how it went for the first year.
Gradually, the challenges of academics and social pressure of the American way of life took the better of Bolu and communication between him and Yetunde reduced.
The communication gap started expanding as the years rolled by. Somehow, it happened that for the next five years, all the letters she wrote him were not replied.
She became so worried. Thus, the waiting game had begun. She wondered why he did not reply her letters and e-mails. At times, she called his number with her meagre income and she got no response. This further devastated her and made her feel worthless and sad.
“Would Bolu dump me?” she thought. “I don’t think he’ll break my heart…” she concluded pensively. This hurtful and unwholesome experience continued for 12 years. Age was definitely not on her side and she was now 31 years old.
A lot of men had approached her in the past years for her love and she turned them down, telling them that her fiancé was in far away America and would come for her not so long. A lot of men wondered at her hope and longing for a lover she had not seen or heard from for the past 12 years.
Some called her a fool, living in dream land. All her peers and friends had been married for a long time with kids in their respective families.
(To be concluded next week)