A buka served me five huge pieces of ogunfe meat for just ₦2,000.
I immediately knew something was not right.
Because how are you giving somebody this much meat for that price in this economy?
I had actually gone there to eat amala. The woman dropped the first plate containing my dear amala and abula.
Then she dropped another plate containing five different pieces of meat. Huge ones o.
In my head, I was already thinking:
“Is it because I'm a first-time customer?”
After eating the first two meats, something told me to ask questions before I would embarrass myself and have to pay an amount I wasn't planning.
So I called the woman and asked if all the meats were for me.
She burst out laughing.
“Ah no o. Na selection. Choose the one you want.”
Omo.. e remain small make dis people put me inside trouble sha 😄
Try dey ask questions o.
My mum forced me to attend a family wedding I had been avoiding for 2 years.
She thought I left home because of heartbreak, just like everyone else said.
She had no idea what the real reason was.
Last week, she called me and said, Queeneth, your cousin Chidi is getting married in December. You will come home.
Not a question. A statement.
I told her I wasn't sure I could make it. Work was busy. The trip was expensive.
She went quiet for a long time. That silence is worse than shouting.
Then she said: You have been avoiding this family for two years now. Is it because of what happened with Emeka?
I didn't answer.
Emeka is my ex. We dated for three years. His family and my family were already planning things quietly. Then he called it off.
I moved to Lagos shortly after. Everyone thought I left because I was heartbroken.
I let them think that.
The real reason I left? I had gotten a job offer I had been praying for since NYSC.
But if I had announced it then, the family would have said I, chased career and lost a man.
So I stayed quiet.
Two years of building my career in peace. No interference. No "when are you bringing someone home."
The heartbreak was my cover, and I used it well.
Anyway, I booked the flight. Went home for Chidi's wedding. Showed up looking well rested and doing fine.
My aunties were shocked.
My mum pulled me aside and said "You look good. Whatever Lagos is doing for you, it's working."
I smiled, and said yes ma.
At dinner, my uncle asked what I do now? I told him.
The table went quiet in the good way.
My mum looked at me differently that night. Not with pity anymore.
Later she said "I wish you had told me everything from the beginning."
I said "Mummy, would you have let me go?"
She laughed and didn't answer.
That was her answer.
Emeka got married last year by the way.
I sent a gift.
No hard feelings. He just didn't know he was doing me a favor.
That breakup was the wake up call I needed to start choosing my own path and not accepting the bare minimum anymore.
Sometimes the story people tell about you is not your story.
Let them talk. Build quietly.
Be honest, Would your family have let you go if you told them the full truth? Also, Have you ever let people believe a false narrative about you just to protect your peace?