Sylvia stormed into my house.

 

I was playing Play Station 3’s Fifa 17 with the boys. We all turned to her in shock

“What are you doing here, and how did you get in?”. I hadn’t seen her in over a year. Last I heard, she was visiting Dubai with her elder sister. I didn’t even know she was back in town.

She was shaking furiously, “I still have a key, remember? We need to talk!” she demanded.

“Guy, go handle your business” my friend Nonso nudged my arm, returning his focus to the screen.

I dropped the pad, crossed over his leg and began to follow Sylvia’s lead.

She walked into my bedroom, I went in after her. I shut the door behind me.

“Sit down” I offered.

She didn’t sit. She fixed her hands akimbo, bouncing on her left leg.

I was still confused, “What’s going on Sylvia?”

“What’s going on?! I.K, when were you going to tell me you’re getting married?!” she lashed.

“Oh!” I laughed, relaxing my back against the wall.

“Oh yeah! I heard it. No actually, I saw your pre wedding shots on Facebook, really?!. I gave you everything I.k” She began to count her fingers. “My love, my time, I even gave you money to start up your business and now you have all these because of me…”

“Hold up, hold up, time out! How much do I owe you?”.

“What?”

“Yes, how much do I owe you? I would write you a cheque right now, so you would stop reminding me about how you helped me.”

I moved past her, snatched my cheque book and pen from the drawer. “How much? five hundred thousand? 1million? 1.5 million? How much?”.

“That’s not the point I.K…”.

“No, that is exactly the point! You barge in here, coming at me with what you did for me, when it was all done out of love?”.

“I gave you my life I.K!” she hurled. “I gave you everything!..”

“Yeah, but you left!” I screamed back, clapping the back of my hand against my palm.
“Sylvia, you left! You had your friends all up in your head, telling you that I was a fuck boy, that I was not gonna make it. You knew I was working on things, you even knew I had a degree, things could have changed at any moment and they did , but you weren’t patient enough to stick around for that to happen, were you?”

She began to perspire in spite of the air conditioner.

“You left Sylvia and I moved on. I didn’t think I owed you an invitation to my wedding!”. I threw up a hand in the air, then flung the check book to the bed.

Her eyes began to tear up.

“Hey hey” I reluctantly objected, moving towards her.

She broke down in my arms and began to cry profusely, grabbing unto me.

I placed my hands on her shoulders, leading her to the bed to sit. Her face was buried in her palms. I was lost at words, it was an awkward situation.

“Just stop crying okay?..”

I was fumbling at consoling words when she grabbed my shirt and began to kiss me.

It came as a surprise at first, but I relaxed into it. She tasted as wonderful as ever.

She pulled my hand to her left breast and began to pull my Vest upwards.

I withdrew.

“I miss you I.K, touch me, hold me..” She was pleading, scrambling with my vest.

I held her hands together. “Hey, let’s just lie here okay?. okay?” I insisted.

She nodded.

“I’m going to let your hands go now, alright?”

She sniffed, and nodded again.

I released my grip, laid my back on the bed with one arm supporting my head. I stretched out the other to her “Come here”

She cuddled up besides me, placing her head on my chest and her arm wrapped around my middle.

“I’m sorry I.K, I’m really sorry”

I nodded against her hair, “Yeah.”

I had loved Sylvia, a lot. I met her when I was at the lowest point of my life.

I had just moved to Port Harcourt in search of greener pastures. Things were tight. I was putting up with my cousin at his house, applying for jobs on one hand and looking for hustle on the other hand.

I met her at a filling station where I went to buy fuel for the generator one night. She was driving out in her 2014 Venza. She offered me a lift but when I turned it down, she left her business card with me.

I called her a week after that day.

One thing led to another and we were in a relationship. She was really humble and sweet, from a good home too. She was spontaneous and intelligent, she suited me. I fell for her, hard.

Her father had set her up real good, and she wasn’t doing bad for herself as an interior decorator.

She supported my dream of importing spare parts into the Country, and gave me most of the money to start up, it didn’t pay off initially. I struggled, but before things could work out, she was dating another guy.

It hurt, but I channelled all that ache to my business and God blessed me eventually.

The only reason she could find me here was because I hadn’t moved. I choose to retain my cousin’s place until my personal house was completed.

“What is she like?” She asked, breaking into my thoughts.

I half smiled, “She’s great”

“What’s her name?”

“Grace, her name is Grace.”

“Would you have married me if I didn’t leave?”

“You already know the answer to that Sylvia”

“I want to hear you say it”

“Yes, I would have married you”

I felt the warmness of her tear on my chest.

I lifted her chin to my face. She wore minimal makeup yet looked so beautiful. Her full lips looked even better with that red lip stick she had on. I placed her head back on my chest, an effort to resist bending her over on my table.

“Do you want to go chill with Nonso and Ken?”

She sat up. “No o, I know they must have said crazy things about me”

I laughed, pulling my weight up from the bed. “Nah, no one said anything”

They actually did.

She shot me the look of disbelief, and I laughed it off.

I pulled myself off the bed. “Come on, let me walk you out.”

She stood up, grabbing her keys. I held the door open for her and we made our way out of the room.

As we passed by the sitting room, quick good-byes were exchanged.

We walked out to the gate where she had parked her car.

She embraced me, and I rubbed her back. “You’ll be alright” I said.

She withdrew from my arms and unlocked her car. I stepped aside as she got into it.

She started the ignition, then turned to me and said, “She’s a lucky girl”

I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. She half smiled, wound up her windows and drove away.

“Phew!” I exhaled, scratching the back of my head.

I walked back into the house.

 

THE END.

4 thoughts on “A LITTLE, TOO LATE.”

  1. Nice piece of work.
    Love is principal, but it’s not always enough. On the other hand, patience cannot be over emphasized.
    Some #acrimony shii right here. #Touche

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