The one who got away 2

I’m so sorry I didn’t start by introducing myself last time. My name is Eniola, Kachiside Jegede. No, I’m not Igbo, both of my parents are Yorubas from Oyo and Osun state. I am from Osun state.

However, I was born in Enugu state. My parents lived there at the time and I was supposed to be a baby boy. But nah, I came out a girl. I don’t know if my parents were distraught or sad but apparently, my neighbour in consoling my mother had told her not to worry because that was the way God had written out her life. So there, she called me Kachiside. Not Kachi side ooh. It’s pronounced ka-chi-si-day. I’m sorry I kinda suck at the whole transcription thing. So yeah, that’s why I have an Igbo name. It means The Way God Wrote It. Or something like that.

I went to school majorly in the East and West but when it was University time, I headed North. And my father warned me to go and face my books alone. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was his way of saying ‘do not come home with a Northern boyfriend’. He became more vocal about it but at the time also, he didn’t need to. I was determined to not have anything to do with them Hausa boys. Until Dauda.

I didn’t want to like Dauda but seriously, if you meet this guy, you will know how hard that is. He was funny. He was fine. He was intelligent. He read books. In this age of mobile brats, a boy who reads books is a major attraction. So yeah, that’s how a Yoruba girl with another Igbo name fell for one Hausa boy. If I had known, I would have stayed away.

Back to my gist.

So after leaving the party, I went straight to bed. Like I said, I am not a morning person and I like to sleep in perfect sleep circles. I’m weird like that. But guess who I saw first thing the next morning? Apart from my girls of course. Exactly. Dauda. I was half dressed and I was half way through what I would call a terrible makeup session when there was a knock at the door. It was our Dauda.

And then he comes into the room with water for us, looks at me and says, ‘you are beautiful’. I HATE GUYS WHO DO THAT! What are you trying to accomplish? I didn’t blush. This monkey was obviously a player monkey and I wasn’t even going to fall for trash like that.

Published by clandie

Most loved daughter of a King. Lawyer and aspiring writer. Hair lover and everyday story teller.

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  1. Hehehehe…
    The last paragraph got me!
    Well, dear writer, you have a creative writing spirit. My eyes got stayed on the lines till the finish line.

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