I Was Destined For You

e

akota. I'll text you durin

the entire process wasn't

we'll talk soon." I wait for he

the sign. I'm coming home

etter be good. Because there's no way in hell I'd for

on the floor around me but I'm too focused and stressed to be bothered about my surroundings. A few more searches a

el as much as I'd like because of my job

re given and then the pil

try and distract myself from all the thoughts o

I read through the long message, and as expected it's an epistle on how I need to listen to my

out the reason I left

when I arrive at the Abuja airport. I'll let her kn

eart. That's how It happened the last t

nd my phone, I start to get scared when I look around for my phone and don't find it

n off. A minute later I get her reply and like I expected s

fuse to believe my friend doesn't h

eeded to demand an apology from Me! Therefore he is hereby the ugliest a

life. But we seriously need to get you into a relationship. Or at least get laid!"

e about this NEVER! Are you listening to me, Deja? No

t of my thoughts and I look down at i

stupid brain always forgets how you get when I mention

what happened to me, she just noticed all on her own h

by facing it. But every time it happens, I just freeze all over again and I'm back to that room, that age, an

again so I decide

ve at the airport. I need to g

ing the pillow around my neck h

onally, if it's news about him dying it would be doing all of us a favour. Especially my mothe

ians or other African countries I assume. I don't think it's even an option for w

ath, but he's been less of a father and more

reason can fix our damaged relationship. It's already

fter what happened. I was told to stay quiet, and I did. But I have no idea why my mother was qu

t notice when our pilot announces our arri

n't miss what seems like a sigh o

the passengers start walki

exit before making my

my mother has replied to the t

t stops and the next thing I

ní?" I ask how she's do

o good to know that you're coming home.

to go. I need to order an Uber

aiting for you. Just walk out of the airport

iv

urrow with

now with dad's new job, but not that

en used to calling her mother in Yoruba, it jus

ust get in the car, Deja. We'll explain wh

unanswered questions. I walk out of the airport and don't both

te man holding a cardboard with my name written on it. I pause and look around

a good enough explanati

r or taxi on the other hand, this is a free ride. "Fuck it!" I mutter to myself. I muster the fakest s

is it,

ck to Nige