MY TUNDE...

 

There was something about him that day at the party. I felt attracted to his personality and Charisma. I knew I had to make the approach and we ended up leaving together in his sleek Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero. The traffic was crazy, giving us enough time to talk. We exchanged contact as I alighted, with a promise to meet the next day.

It was easy to fall in love with him as he had the special qualities I looked out for. Arabian cute, reserved, smart, tall, rich and loved to spend on exquisite gifts. Tunde was every girls dream and we never had reasons to doubt what we felt for each other. I love intelligent men and he never failed to impress me with his logical analysis to critical matters, both in business and entertainment. I knew I had found the one.

It was one year already. Tunde popped the question during one of our  vacations at South Island, New Zealand. My second with him. I was happy and answered yes before I even processed what he was talking about. I wasn’t going to let the ring leave my finger. The feeling of  mixed emerald and diamond felt good on my skin. It shimmered and made a clear statement on my skin, money. The  rest of the vacation was spent talking about our future together, our family and only wonderful things.

He gave me all I needed, never failed to spoil me and of course, Sparkle my bestie felt it was too good to be true. I wasn’t going to let skeptical people spoil my real time happiness as God answers prayers. Tunde is mine and nothing, even the whispers of warnings that prickles my ears, or echoes of doubt that visits when I can’t reach him, would take him from me.

My parents loved him effortlessly, everyone loved him, as he was easy to love. His family loved me. I felt welcomed and couldn’t wait. I spent most of my weekends in his home, envisioning how our kids would play around, screaming and screeching. I knew they would be beautiful, they would have all they want. Life indeed can be beautiful.

You know I love you, he said to me. Now I know he was going to cancel our appointment with the wedding planner. He works overtime these days and I’m trying so hard to be the understanding future wife. I hardly see him but why worry when he promised that it was just for the month until the business deal is signed. Tomorrow honey and I promise I’m all yours.

Who visits without calling and why is the security guard not calling the house? I hated my sleep being disturbed and for goodness sake, it’s 1:12AM. I dragged myself to the door and behold my Tunde. Baby you should have called, what happened to your keys, I’m so tired, I kept rapping while wondering why he was smiling sheepishly, so unlike him. You know what baby? I’m going back to bed, he quickly engulfed me in a tight hug, a peck and a promise to meet me in the room.

I felt I slept all day. Walking to the kitchen for my morning coffee, I heard hushes and assumed Tunde was with his friends, barged in to greet and hoping to promise to make something for breakfast. I was greeted with a pregnant silence, surprised expressions that turned pitiful. Biodun, Tunde’s younger walked up to me, asking me to walk with him, No, where is Tunde I asked? He came home late and I... He did not let me finish my statement, what? He asked, What time and I replied around 1:00AM and, he did not allow me finish again before saying ‘No way, he passed on by 10:00PM’ . Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

 

I felt the slap at my back, why are you screaming, my sister voiced with anger. ‘Madam, shift because this mat is small and you are pushing me to the floor’. What type of crazy dream is this? Who be Tunde again?