If Derele was avoiding me before, now he has completely withdrawn from me. I don’t see him at all throughout the week that follows our lovemaking. He resumed his checking out at weekends too. Then it dawned on me that I had just experienced my first heart break. I had thought the sex would bring us closer but the effect was reverse. I could not sleep or concentrate in the day instead I carved what we had shared.
I soon was slapped back to reality though in the last weekend in September. On that Saturday afternoon, Miss Toke had come in her customized pink saloon car looking amazingly charming to a fault. I never knew Derele was travelling, maybe because I had become oblivious of things happening around me. So, Derele was going on a trip with his girlfriend, business or pleasure one can guess with the over enthusiasm of the golden girl.
“Toke, take good care of my baby.” That is madam.
“Of course, I know what big baby here likes, work, work, work, work, work, work, in it?” Mimicking Rihanna.
Right then and there I knew as I loaded the boot, I snapped out of my mushy-mushy feelings for Derele. He obviously doesn’t care about me and I could not compete with Miss Toke. I was way out of her league.
Even if I don’t snap out of the love-lust, reality dawned on me that my first exam in the University of Abuja was in a week’s time. In between my make up to break up drama with Derele, I have lost track of my school work. I became desperate as I read to make up lost time. My first paper was a rude reawakening; I could barely recognize any of the questions. By the end of my exams in November, two things occurred to me. First, Derele was very bad for my wellbeing and second I should get my priorities right, which is schooling and work.
During the semester break, I did my best to get over Derele. In wanting to get his attention; I cautioned myself from getting all weak and aware of him as he walks into the room or speak to me. I stopped the fantasying and regretting by burying myself in my chores and meeting friends from school.
I can’t pin-point the moment I stopped caring until come January when school resumed for second semester, Derele would be at the dinning anytime I come down for school. I just know I am thick skinned now; once bitten twice shy. I don’t even acknowledge him, God forbid he would have the opportunity to run his dirty mouth and invite me for a ride in his car to school.
At first he was indifferent too, and then I noticed him trying to