Thursday, 12 May 2016

Radiant's Blog Has Been Moved

Hi guys. Due to technical issues and the quest for better experiences, Radiant's blog has been moved to another site: www.radiant.ng

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See you on the other side.

©Radiant

Tuesday, 10 May 2016

I Wish I Met You First



Ifesi was seated across Emeka at a table in Barcelos. She had ordered chicken and chips with ketchup and Chinese sauce just the way he liked it, but he sat facedown barely noticing his best meal as the waiter lowered it before them. They looked like a couple who'd just had a fight.


Ifesi broke the ice.

"You look distraught. What's the matter?" her eyes combing for clues.

Emeka tried to lift his head, his eyes bleary. He bowed immediately evading her piercing gaze. Ifesi grasped his hand and squeezed it gently. But deep inside her she wanted to hold him, comfort and console him for his blues but she held back.


Emeka had become her best friend over the twelve weeks they spent together at the medical volunteer programme in Congo. They were the only Nigerians in the programme and they hit it off immediately. She was aware of the gold band on his fourth digit - Emeka would lose his finger than take it off. She admired that about him. And he was not silent about Lola either. He always made references to her. Ifesi knew he adored her.


Emeka finally garnered strength. He pushed back his seat to get up, making a screeching sound on the tiled floor. Ifesi trailed his steps with her eyes to the sink and back. He wiped his face and hands with a handkerchief as he settled in his chair. He picked on the chicken to avoid eye contact with her. Ifesi patiently waited for his lips to split.


"Lola didn't welcome me at the airport. When I came home, she was all frosty. I knew I owed her an explanation to why we hadn't communicated. I tried to talk, but she didn't want to hear. Then she saw our pictures and all hell broke loose.


"She started railing about how I never called again after the day we arrived and never responded to her chats, how she was worried sick about me not knowing I was busy touring Congo with you. I tried to explain that we were sent to a remote village without internet or telephone cables but she wouldn't listen."


"I'm really sorry. I didn't know about this", Ifesi said remorsefully.


"Remember on Wednesday, when I called to find out how your journey went? We ended with some statement in Igbo. I can't even remember what it was but I know you got me laughing. When I got off the phone she wanted to know who it was so I told her it was you. Since then, she's been a thorn in the flesh with her nagging, crying, sulking and pouting. She's been so grouchy and peevish.


"Lola knows I'm irrevocably committed to her. It really gets me confused why she is so mad at our friendship. I have other female friends who even come to the house to see me but she's never picked a fight like this". He paused for a moment as if thinking of what next to say, then he rapped, "Maybe we crossed our boundaries."


"Ah ah... How? We didn't do anything, did we?", Ifesi said with a puzzled look.


"By becoming very close."


Ifesi was more confused, "But we've not done anything illegal. We've not had any physical contact save for handshakes and occasional hugs in public. God knows I will never desire another woman's husband!", she was now swearing.


"I think we've shared some emotional intimacy that Lola and I haven't and she can feel it. You know why I like to spend time with you? You let me be myself. With you, I'm not trying to perform or impress anyone. I'm not trying to be the best husband, provider or leader. With you, I am free to just be me. I'm free to make mistakes and we just laugh about them. Lola and I are 2 years into marriage but we barely know ourselves. I guess I've been too busy trying to be the best husband".


He bowed down and continued to pick the chicken with his fork without lifting it to his mouth.


"I know she is hurt that we didn't communicate much while I was away. I wish she would just listen to me. I also miss our nights together, you know, but she wouldn't come to bed on time or let me touch her.


I can feel her pain but I don't know what to do. I've prayed but I feel like I'm guilty. Fesi, I've never looked at you lustfully''.


''But sometimes", he hesitated, contemplating whether to say it, then with a whisper he exhaled,



"I wish I met you first".


©Radiant~ May 2016


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Sunday, 10 April 2016

How To Lose A Good Girl On The First Date



"Jibowu wa!" and I was thrown out of the bus, sprawling on the tarmac, with my hands bearing my weight and my bag toppling over. Gapers gathered. Sorries mounted. They helped me up, dusted my side and scolded the driver who had not let me fully alight before hitting his accelerator. The driver couldn't care less. He zoomed off as soon as he saw me get back to my feet. I got into a Maruwa going to Ojuelegba. I had a date.


I had promised to be there on time, but traffic was terrible. I knew I was never going to make it to Shoprite in time. In order to keep my word, I flagged down a commercial Power Bike. It was drizzling but I thought I could pull it off. As soon as we'd hit the road, the rain came down in buckets. I wanted to ask the biker to stop but he was ambitious, meandering his way through the traffic jam.


I got off the bike with my chiffon dress gummed to my body, eyes red from tears and hair damp and scruffy. I knew I looked awful. As I entered the mall, I made a beeline to the rest room hoping to be able to get myself dry with the automatic driers. It didn't work. I came out and guess what? My date hadn't even arrived.


I felt betrayed, to have gone through all that hell just to make sure to keep to my word that I'd make it there on time, even having to break the number one girl rule that says it's better to appear late, than appear ugly, and then my date hadn't made an effort to be there before me. I didn't need any other preaching. I had already made up my mind to date this guy only when pigs fly.


When he finally arrived and I told him all I had to go through to be there, he tried to give me a pep talk. I managed to take an ice cream and chat a little but I was just going through the motions. I knew there wasn't ever going to be a second date.





Radiant~ April 2016


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