WE ARE DONE
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WE ARE DONE
Short Story 2
Mbagwu Amarachi Chilaka
I could still remember those heart piercing words from Anthony ' s text message the night he found out I was into the game of double dating. I remembered how much those words burnt a bigger part of my heart whenever I remembered him nor listened to ColdPlay ' s Fix You; a song I likened to his memories. It was his favourite song also. A song he used to sing me to cheers or sleep when life throws me a punch.
Anthony loved me, that I knew, but he never talked about taking me to see his parents. I ran into Jide two years after Anthony and I agreed to share a heart. He seemed serious, and just five months in our relationship, he promised we were going to visit his family in the next three months.
Ada and Uloma, my high school friends had the title, ' Mrs ' added to their names three and two weeks ago. I couldn ' t wait to graduate from Miss to Mrs.
Anthony wasn ' t helping matters- maybe he was still gathering the courage. Maybe he came from a poor background. Or maybe, he wasn ' t really prepared. Not ready. I didn ' t know which until that night, the night there was a beep from him. He had called to say we were going to see his family the day after tomorrow, but unfortunately, Jide took the call as I was in shower.
Life became dark with its very heavy punches blowing me in my face and every part of the body. Moreover, Uloma and Ada had stopped keeping in touch.
They were my rock when I fell. I couldn’ t understand why until one day Ada told me that her husband had warned against being friends with single ladies.
She promised to be there when needed but just not as before.
I was left alone. I soon began wondering the streets and supermarkets, unintentionally expecting to meet a man who could light up my world.
I went to clubs and parties but met with men who wore darkness like a crown around their heads. I soon tired of expecting to find Mr. Right, I figured I already live in a dark world- why not mingle? This too tired me. I lowered my standard further but the more I tried, the more I attracted the wrong men. Those who asked for my name or took my contact but never called.
Churches then became my new dwelling place. Every Sunday I dressed to attract. This was promising but not paying early enough.
A year after, I walked into the Church on a Sunday morning to find a man, I found myself and that day, I gave it all up.
Current Situation. I am dancing happily to ColdPlay ' s Fix You amazed by life’ s jokes. And then Kelvin walks in. Three hours before, I had told him, " We were done." We were actually done arguing on whether it was a he or she in my almost protruded belly; his guess was as good as mine. I wanted to name him ' Mark- Anthony ', and he wanted her called
Chimamanda. "... Time will tell." I told him.
Mbagwu Amarachi Chilaka is an aspiring writer whose writing was motivated by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and some upcoming writers on Facebook. She has written over thirty-five short stories and poems. She ' s currently a second year National Diploma student of Dispensing Opticianry at the Federal Polytechnic Nekede Owerri. She lives in Owerri, Imo state Nigeria.
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