You mean so much to me,
More than the bright clouds, the sky and the rainbow.
And even when the rain touches my skin, all I feel is your touch!
It all began several years ago while I was at the University. I was staying with my aunt in Lagos and school was on vacation, so my aunt suggested I go spend the holiday with the children of her close friend in Kaduna.
The family of my aunt’s friend was a very happy one. Patrick was her most handsome son. He was 24 years old. We fell in love at first sight. Maybe because we seemed to have a lot of things in common.
Patrick loved playing chess or ludo whenever he was less busy, and I was also passionate about both games. So, everyday, after we had had our lunch, he would call me to play chess with him. I was very good at chess.
That was one game Patrick and I couldn’t do without. We competed seriously to see who would emerge as the regular winner, but it was very hard to tell, because if he won the first game, I would win the next game.
The most interesting part of my holiday with Patrick and his family was that Patrick enjoyed taking me out whenever I was bored.
Patrick’s mother seemed pleased as we grew more and more fond of each other, and when the holiday ended and it was time for me to depart, she encouraged us to keep in touch.
Back home, I missed Patrick so much, but we communicated through phone calls, e-mails and text messages.
In some of my e-mails, I told Patrick never to cheat on me with another girl, in spite of the distance. I longed to have him by my side, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I was still a virgin then, but I was a big girl. I was 21 years old, tall and curvy. Men always admired me because of my beautiful shape but I couldn’t bring myself to date any man other than Patrick.
After a long interval of about nine months, Patrick decided to travel down to Lagos to visit me.
I went to the motor park to receive him with open arms. When I saw him again, I melted in his arms.
“Maria, you look so beautiful, I wish I could eat you raw,” he said to me.
“You, too, look as handsome as a prince as usual,” I said.
We continued flattering each other as we hugged each other.
Patrick slept in a hotel that night. But the following day, I took him home and introduced him to members of my family. Everyone approved of our relationship and before long, my family and friends were beginning to ask me when Patrick and I were going to get married.
I tried to make Patrick understand that I loved him and really wanted to marry him, but his reaction always surprised me whenever I raised the issue of marriage.
Patrick said that both of us were not old enough to get married. He would always say: “Maria, my love, you know very well that I love you. Everyone knows that. But the fact is that I don’t think we are old enough to marry. I’m only 24 and you’re just 21. So why don’t we wait for at least five or six more years before getting married?”
Although I wasn’t pleased with his statement, I made it clear to him that I wanted to marry in my early twenties since as a woman, I was already ripe for marriage.
“Age is nothing but a number. So there is nothing wrong with us getting married now. If we love each other, what prevents us from getting married even though we might still be young?”
Patrick would always keep silence whenever I argued in that manner. However, I did something which on hindsight, I now consider as a mistake.
I told my mother to help me convince Patrick’s mother on the need for us to settle down as soon as possible. My mum agreed and talked to Patrick’s mum to put pressure on Patrick to marry me as soon as possible. Both my parents and Patrick’s parents agreed to jointly sponsor our wedding.
I heard that Patrick reluctantly agreed to heed his mother’s advice, and before long, a wedding date was set. Since Patrick’s parents had a house in Lagos, they decided to relocate to Lagos six weeks before the wedding to help with the preparation.
However, on the morning of our wedding day, Patrick’s parents awoke to find that Mayor had run away from home.
A search was quickly conducted and even the police were involved. But all our efforts were in vain as Patrick was nowhere to be found. It was clear that he had jilted me on our wedding day because he felt we were not yet old enough to get married.
Patrick jilted me because he felt we were not old enough to marry. Even though I had tried my best to apply pressure on him, he had only pretended to agree with me just to please his mum. Now it was clear that he wasn’t going to be forced to marry me against his wish.
I am now older and wiser. I am now married to somebody else. I only found the strength to forgive Patrick after my parents talked to me and his parents begged me to forgive and forget. I have forgiven him. But I can never forget what Patrick did to me 10 years ago.
I now have a man who kisses all my tears away, but I still wish I could turn back time.
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