The diary of a lagos virgin

Part 1

The weeks that followed Lanre’s death were
tough. I wasn’t sure of which hurt more between
his death, the guilt I felt or the message he left
behind.
I was struggling to live, struggling to comprehend
what went wrong and why life had dished me
such a terrible meal despite my innocence. Work
wasn’t helping me
neither was Isaac, my mother kept calling like the
calls were going to make the pain go away.
At least I understood my mother’s calls it was
Isaac’s calls I really didn’t
understand. The man won’t just let me be. I told
him about Lanre’s death and why I didn’t need all
his patronage.
He apologized after which he sent me flowers the
next day with a message that read
“Please accept my deepest condolence, and know
that no matter how long it takes I will wait for
you till you get over this pain”, like I needed this.
My mum’s case was a special one. Apparently,
Bola had called her after the accident. I wasn’t
sure why Bola even called her. The girl was just
being forward.
My mum never met Lanre in person but she
spoke to him once over the phone. I had told her
about how Lanre forcefully bought me a car and
on several occasions she
had tried to convince me to bring him to the
house to meet her.
I wasn’t sure if that was necessary but on every
occasion I always came up with the perfect
excuse on why he won’t be able to see her. She
had however collected his
number. She eventually called him and Lanre told
me how she thanked him for the car like it was a
gift that was given to save a life.
He told me how long she prayed for him, my
mother and her long prayers, it was her signature.
After the prayers she asked him how he got such
wealth to buy a car for a girl he only started
dating 3months ago. He laughed it off and told
her not to be scared as he
had worked hard for the money. I was a bit
ashamed when he told me about the phone call. I
literally wanted to cry from shame and I
remember calling her later to ask
why she had chosen to disgrace me.
The woman only hissed after which she said
“ehn so you expect me to sit down here and
watch them use my daughter for money ritual,
you think I don’t know what all
these small-small Lagos boys now do for money”
“No one is going to use anyone for ritual”I had
replied with anger after which I dropped the
phone. My mother was a drama queen and her
drama had extended to this
period, a drama I really didn’t want to earn a role
in.
On the day she came to see me she came with
bowls of soup. I wasn’t sure why she came with
all the bowls of soup. She however told me I
needed to eat to survive the
period and I needed good food to replace the
tears that was leaving my body. She said it was
the same thing she had done after my father
died. She had filled her
system with a lot of good food that made her
forget her pain. But I guess she forgot to mention
the fact that it made her gain almost 30kg extra
in the months that
followed my dad’s death.
Work was killing me or should I say I had chosen
to bury myself in work to kill the pain and time.
Seyi had even complained that I was over working
and asked Bola to
speak to me not to kill myself. Seyi somehow
remained a darling all through the period, for
someone with so much craze I wasn’t expecting
some special kind of
treatment instead she had shocked me and
chosen to be a true companion.
Bola surprised me with her constant complains
and screams at me to grow up. However,
following Seyi’s complain about my new work
attitude Bola had insisted that we
all hang out so they can speak some sense into
my head.
Bola had chosen a restaurant for us to eat, a
restaurant that didn’t remind me of Lanre as I
had turned down the first 3 restaurants she had
picked saying it reminded
me of him. We had barely settled down at the
restaurant when one of Lanre’s favourite songs
came up on the tv and I started crying. Bola
looked at me in anger before
saying
“What is wrong with you now, why are you doing
all this in public”
Seyi had cautioned her by asking if she had lost
a boyfriend.
Bola ignored her before turning to me to say“stop
crying like a baby; You!! what you need?
“What” I said with a breaking voice
“A new man or a brief vacation”she replied
I hadn’t exactly thought about finding a new man
anytime soon but I had considered taking a trip.
Isaac had even mentioned it once that if I needed
to clear my head I
could try out his family beach house in Accra. An
offer I wasn’t too keen on taking.
“When did the man die that you want her to get a
new man?, you this girl!!! you sure say you get
conscience so?” Seyi said
For the second time Bola ignored her comment before saying
“I think I know the perfect man that would help
you get over this pain sharply, I mean it’s being
nearly 5 months. You only knew the man for
barely 7months so what’s all
this one for now, abeg you gats move on”….
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