Long Distance Relationship…Episode 2
It was her father who called….“Look Tobi, it is taking too long to get a job here in Lagos. Your mother and I have discussed this. Go to Asaba and stay with your uncle, Fashola. He has connections there and might be able to get you a job. At least, you won’t be among strangers. I know you don’t want to leave Lagos because of your friends, but you can–“
“Papa, I’ll go to Asaba. When can I leave?”
“Ah, I’m surprised o. I thought you didn’t want to leave Lagos.”
“There is nothing left for me in Lagos, Papa. I’m ready to leave.”
“Okay then, you can go tomorrow.”
That was how Tobi left for Asaba on the day Folake was having her bridal shower.
Tobi’s uncle, Chief Fashola, was a kind-hearted person, with a face that matched his heart. He believed that life was to be enjoyed in the company of others. So, he surrounded himself with people, and was well-connected and well-known in Asaba. He had worked at the Delta State Ministry of Works and Housing for almost ten years, rising through the ranks.
But his ambition outgrew the civil service, and he left to devote himself full-time to the business he had been partially devoted to: importing and exporting Italian furniture. His wife, Priscillia, was a former beauty queen, having won the Miss Delta State title at one time. Although the title was in the past, that youthful beauty was barely touched by time, and she looked just as radiant as she did back then.
Her uncle had told Tobi’s father that Auntie Priscillia would meet Tobi at the motor park. So, Tobi had taken an early bus, leaving Lagos at around 7 am, and arrived in Asaba just a few minutes shy of 3 p.m. The journey had taken almost 8 hours.
As soon as the bus arrived in Asaba and after Tobi had secured the single travelling bag she brought with her, she went in search of a light snack. There was a woman selling Plantain Chips close to where the luxury buses were parked. Tobi approached her and asked how much she sold her Plantain Chips. The woman looked at her like she had just uttered a curse word, and Tobi quickly corrected herself.
“Madam, well done ma! How much is your Plantain Chips?”
That did the trick. She paid 50 naira and sat on a bench beside the plantain chips seller, munching away. She had just put another slice of chips in her mouth when a newspaper vendor walked past her carrying some bunch of newspaper. Maybe it was the bright red t-shirt the vendor was carrying or just the need to fix her gaze on something other than the typical motor park regulars. Whatever it was, Tobi caught sight of the newspaper headlines, which read:
ABA RAPIST BELIEVED TO BE IN ASABA
“You must be kidding me,” Tobi thought to herself. “Of all the times for a rapist to be in town, it had to be when I was visiting.”
Turning to the woman who sold the chips to her, she proceeded to pump her for more information. The woman did not seem in the least bit interested in chatting about criminals, and made her reluctance obvious. Tobi gave up after two failed attempts, and decided that she would buy a copy of the paper herself. No sooner had she decided on this, than she heard a familiar voice shouting her name:
It was Auntie Priscillia who had spotted her and was briskly making her way to Tobi. At this point, she knew her short stay at the motor park was over. She gathered her belongings, got up and was about to leave. Suddenly, seized with an unexplainable boldness, she turned to the chips seller, said in a low tone:
“The chip no sweet sef! Mtcheww!”
Without turning back to watch the woman’s reaction, she quickly ran towards her Auntie. Something about this city was excite.
Auntie Priscillia was the first person to meet Tobi at the motor park when she arrived in Asaba. After exchanging pleasantries and greeting her warmly, they entered the green Toyota Land cruiser that had conveyed Auntie Priscillia to the motor park, and left to go home. Auntie was chatting excitedly, telling Tobi about the many pranks of her two youngest daughters, who were still in secondary school, and lived at home.
“Can you imagine? We caught Mary jumping the fence, the other day! Your cousin, Mary now sneaks off to parties at night. Her sister, Chikodi … Ahn ahn! Tobi, why are you crying?” Auntie Priscillia asked in alarm.
“It’s nothing, Auntie,” Tobi lied. Just mentioning the word ‘party’ triggered off a boat-load of memories of the ones she and Mayowa attended together. They were almost inseparable. And now …
“Come on, Tobi. It’s me now. You know you can tell me anything,” Auntie Priscillia cooled. Tobi was not sure about that. If her cousins felt like they could not approach their mother to ask for permission to go to a party, then what on earth made the same woman approachable on the issue of relationships? Tobi dried her tears and kept quiet.
“You don’t want to tell me, abi? Or are you shy because of Godwin? He’s just the driver. What can he do? Shebi it’s between you and me?” Auntie Priscillia continued. Tobi knew her aunt very well. She would not drop the matter, but would persist till she got the answers she wanted. So, she finally gave in.
“Mayowa broke up with me. He left me for Folake. She was my best friend, and … and … they’re getting married!” Tobi broke down crying again. Her aunt pulled her close and comforted her.
“It’s okay, my dear,” Auntie said. “It might seem like it’s the end of the world, but it isn’t. If he left you for another person, he wasn’t really yours in the first place.”
Tobi kept crying, and Auntie continued her counseling.
“But he left you for your best friend? That is wickedness. In fact, both of them are wicked. Oya stop crying now, stop crying. Another man will come–“
“No, Auntie. I don’t want another man. I want Mayowa!” Tobi moaned, in between her tears. This was the first time she had allowed herself to grieve openly since Mayowa left her. She had put up a front for so long. But now, it felt good to just let it all out and cry.
Tobi cried for a few more minutes, during which time Auntie Priscillia promised her that things would work out for her good. Maybe coming to Asaba was a setup for a new chapter in her life, Auntie reasoned. By the time they reached the house, Tobi had started to believe her.
– to be continued – Please stay tune!