Mary Elebijo

Social Media! You Were Late

Echoes of his words blared from within. How did I ever miss it? came the thought that I battled within for
about three (3) decades. His face glaring beautifully like a glorious angel. His eyes, had always had its
sparkle. I guess those were one of those I fell for. In his youth, he was funky and beautiful he had always
been a star striking differently from others. He wasn’t the only one head over heels in love, but I chose him, I
chose him in my past for my future. How did he go missing from my present, how did his hugs, touch and
kisses become memories so sweet yet so painful.
Seated on my supposed matrimonial bed, staring at his recent picture, memories flood me like a tsunami
about to take over my entirety. I made a choice that I cringe on the memory now. Why our paths had to
meet to disrupt my forecast  happy ending is my worst nightmare. I wish I could awaken into the life I had
always envisaged and not this fate I’m faced with. I constantly wake each day hoping for the better knowing
the better was far fetched.

Fetching for my keys in my purse, a shadow seemed to appear from nowhere. The shadow reminded me of
some movie I had seen in the Seventies (70’s) which was the conception of misery for the character whom
had seen it in the movie. I stopped at my track trying to figure why he had come towards my path. He then
moved a bit were the light rays gave a better view of his physical characteristics. His head was quite a size,
his fashion sense didn’t seem anything close to the other guys who had shown their interest in me. He had a
bathroom slippers on commonly known as Dunlope. He then opened his mouth to make a speech and the
words dropped ‘something tells me you are my wife’, ‘You are mistaken Mister Man, I could never be your
wife’ I retorted with scorn which I wasn’t quite sure he saw. I looked into my purse once more using that as a
tactic to dismiss him but he stood there giggling. I stepped out slightly into where I could see more visibly
he then took his leave of his non classy self out of my way as he had taken the cue given to him.
Little did I know that the cold chilly night of rain drops was going to take a turn in my entire course of life.

The love of my life had just completed his undergraduate education and was sent abroad for his masters. His parents had grown fond of me especially because I was there when he was terribly ill and at the verge of dying. When he was about leaving, he had promised to come back for our union. It felt certain that we were going to end up together but life had an entirely different plan. Keeping in touch became a terrible experience. I had to
write a letter to him through NIPOST which usually took weeks and other times months. I was losing touch
and feared I was going to lose him to the desperate ones. I began to doubt the possibility of him arriving
back and he still being head over heels in love with me. On the other hand Mister Man had conveniently
positioned himself amidst my family members. The pressure became intolerable they sang to me each day
that ‘the love of my life’ was most likely not going to return to me as I wasn’t getting any letters from him
anymore, no form of communication. We had finally drifted apart into separate worlds. Mister Man had
positioned himself to be available for my needs, he would cry when I had to travel back to my state of
service, he would come visiting tending to my needs, he showed how in love he was. He would travel every
weekend to my state of service professing his love and the fact that he ceases to exist without me in his life. I
got too comfortable with the way situations played. He proposed some months after I accepted and that one
choice has led to my present phase.

Some Months after the proposal, I got a letter from the love of my life, telling me of how he would never stay
disconnected from me anymore, how he had realized I was the woman of his dreams which he would never
let go, he stated in the letter his flight schedule of arrival into the city so we could plan meeting our families
on our supposed marriage plans. His letter was a dagger that pierced through my heart. Here was the man I
love telling me how much he wants me in his life and there was I already pregnant for another. The concept
of time never seemed clearer to me than then. I was struck and shocked when Mister Man gradually began
to show his true-self. He had pulled a Facade to get me to commit as well as my family.
I sat one evening on the ground holding tightly to my chest the letter I had received from the love of my life.
At that time, his family had started sending visitors to my home asking the requirements for the wedding
before the proper preparation. At that same time with Mister Man, I had gotten to know the extent of what
I was getting into and the gravity of his mirage. I concluded to let the Love of my life go as it became
apparent that I had already made my choice….

Choice of Mister Man led to a painful experience. A painful one because I could have as well chosen the
Love of my life if Only I had been patient. The Love of my life didn’t receive the news quite well. He eventually
got married and I can tell he’s having a ‘happily ever after’ while I face the consequences of my actions.
Looking at youthful love in this generation, I could only but imagine how communication would possibly
never have been a barrier especially since our heart was one! We could never have parted ways.
As much as I have moved on and found my resilience I could only but say Social Media! You Were Late.



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Social Media! You Were Late

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