Good old days those were, as little as I was, I watched my older cousin sister happy each time some strange guy came to the gate and she always ran there to see him. I had never seen someone beam with such joy and the widest of smiles.
So as time went on, I realized something could have terribly gone wrong with the strange man at the gate who always showed up at 10:00 am when my aunt and uncle were away for work.
Perfect timing it was and this was on a daily schedule for as long as she was on holiday. A few holidays later the 10:00 o’clock knock at the gate suddenly stopped; the smiles were no more, the beaming face with joy turned into anger and bitterness.
But as little as I was, I knew she was hurting though only got to hear the maid and my elder cousin brothers gossip about a ‘Moses’ who fought with my sister and are no longer in touch. That explained the lost joy; I then wondered why someone would hurt somebody so loving and dear to us. So as I grew older, I came to know of something called ‘LOVE’
I told myself the very man I will fall in love with shall be my last till death does us apart.
Well, little did I know that it’s every girl’s dream but then not many girls actually get to achieve it. Instead we go through a series of relationships hoping one day we will find true love.
A friend once told me that it’s okay to date as many as there are available; who knows one day among the many might come a PRINCE.
I joined University as in most cases with girls; virgin, very innocent then I landed on a gentleman pleasant to sight as many saw him and so year one, so in love, year two- disappearance acts began. This guy was in his 3rd year of BCOM while I was an artist BIFA. My course demanded a lot that I spent most of my time in the studios working on art pieces.
And also keeping in mind I was not this girl with money, I lived a simple, cheap but more academic life style and stuck for one partner while I thought we were both on the same page which wasn’t the case.
Now as for the girls that lived in the campus halls of residence can relate with me here, on days like Friday evening, private cars could park at the Halls and girls always marched out with their bags, they could drive back in on Sunday night for some others it was Monday morning depending on the girl’s timetable. And of course for me with a boyfriend who never picked me up I always stayed in the room and spent time reading my clay for the sculpture and ceramic works.
So this one day in a month of February a week to 14th, my boyfriend suggested that we go to Jinja for that weekend since Valentines fall on a Friday, boy oh boy!!! One should have seen my glowing face, brightness and excitement couldn’t wait to share it with my roommate. He promised to pick me up on Friday evening. I recall having packed my little bags with a few clothes for the weekend away, being a lighter traveler, I couldn’t carry much. I couldn’t wait to spend my first weekend with my boyfriend.
We had a payphone at the reception and also one of the girls opposite my room had a phone so this gut at times called me through any of the two as we agreed on the time of the call.
Friday morning, he called on my opposite door neighbor’s phone and told me of the day’s programme so he said, ” I will come at 3:00pm to pick you up” being a day scholar, i studied half day for some reason my timetable was favorable. From 3:00pm I waited for him to call-my neighbour came for me and said her boyfriend had picked her up and so my chances of communication had to switch to the pay phone at the reception. I went over to the payphone, called him and asked him to contact me through the payphone which he agreed to. Two hours later there was no call, three hours…four hours…8 hours later, no sign of him. It was now midnight and most rooms were empty not that all the girls had gone for Valentine’s Day but some had gone home to their parents or relatives. Loneliness kicked in; I lay on my bed and tears began to flow effortlessly, I knew he had stood me up only to be told by my opposite door neighbor who owned a phone that he is in Jinja at the same happening place but with another girl, I didn’t believe. She offered to put the guy on the phone and I speak to him. I instead asked her to describe how he was dressed. Later on at around 3:00am of 15th February, he shows up at my door, I broke down and I said to him, “Valentine’s day was yesterday…” I stopped after realizing that my friend wasn’t lying when she described how he was dressed.
He gave me a million excuses of how the car broke down, and his mother was in hospital and his brother who apparently was meant to send money for the mother’s treatment delayed and oooohhh!!!!
I didn’t want to hear the talk and so I asked him to choose who he prefers; he proudly told me that he preferred the both of us.
I did myself a favor, closed the door, cried through the night but choose to move on.
I keep wondering, for how long should someone shade tears on Valentine’s Day? I said to myself, I will always find my happiness with or without a partner. Again, how can someone you love so dear, hurt you deepest?
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