I stared as she massaged the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. Emmanuella was lost in thought.
She kept ordering for more drinks. I walked to her table, and as I waited for my milkshake, I tried to speak to her.
“Hey, is anyone picking you today or will you drive yourself?” She gave me this piercing look that reminded me to mind my business.
I kept trying until she got tired of the mute mode. Before the night ended, we were the best of friends. Emmanuella was pondering whether to elope or call a lawyer to officially end her marriage.
She whined about her sister who hadn’t supported her marriage to David, a few of her other uncles also thought she would have chosen a tribemate. But she loved David (then) and the tribe wasn’t a thing to stand in her way.
After two years, Emmanuella got into a serious fight with David that she wanted to close that chapter. She always knew the guy wasn’t perfect but then, she never expected it to get to this point. “I wish I had married Moses” she abstractedly murmured.
“Who is Moses?” I asked. She smiled, “Moses was one of my friends. He loved me but David and I have been there for each other, we are each other’s shoulder…” her voice dropped and sadness filled her eyes. She sipped her drink as she tried to hold back the tears.
I did not know what to do, I am not a counsellor and I don’t know David but somehow I wanted to help. Luckily, the beer got to her stomach and she rushed to the bathroom. I picked up our purses and followed her.
I locked the door behind us and asked her to go ahead and cry. Believe me, I regretted this advice. She cried like a baby and I could feel her pain. However, I didn’t know what to say afterwards.
We kept quiet and I was stuck with her for the night, I couldn’t let her drive in this condition so I offered to drive her home. As we sat in the car, I remembered what our high school senior woman told us. We are all victims of our own decisions. Our decisions will either pave way for our success or they will torment us for life.
Much as you don’t need a week to think about the kind of food you want to eat, you might need more time to think about marriage, the number of children, career and business among others. All these are not emotional decisions. You are required to be sober while making them but that doesn’t necessarily mean they are the best choices.
“Happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy. There’s going to be stress in life, but it’s your choice whether you let it affect you or not.” Valerie Bertinelli said. Some choices we make in an effort to correct our wrong decisions might be more harmful.”
What Emmanuella needed wasn’t to end the marriage but time to rethink whether David is worth to be thrown out of her life. When we arrived at the gate, the security guard opened the gate and a man rushed out of the house…”Oh, my God, where have you been?” His concern proved to me why she had called him her shoulder. I whispered as she gave me that drunk childish goodbye hug… “Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on, don’t ever let yours go.”
Christine Nakalungi
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