EMPTY PROMISES. (By Amah’s Heart)
EPISODE 1.
Tell me what you un-derstand by love, trust, royalty and submission?
Tell me what you know about pain, betrayal, anger, trauma and lies?
Is there any another word you can use to qualify any of this feelings?
I’m watching my life fades away everyday and I’m yet to un-derstand why…just why me?
Is a common question that people ask when they don’t un-derstand why bad thing happened to them
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If I could change the hand of time, I will go back to the day I met Tony.
Yes, I will go back to that day and remain at home. I’m willing to stay home, mob the whole house, cook food for all my Kinsmen, weed a wi-de land acres covered with thorn bushes, I’m re-ady to do anything just to avoid meeting Tony.
There are house chores I hate to do but I will be so happy if that’s what I have to do to avoid setting my eyes on him.
People say divorce is not an option.
They told me that Tony was my cross to bear but for how long do I supposed to live like this? Is this what marriage is all about? Is this what the over hype word on marriage is really all about?
Well if so, I don’t want to be married in my next world. I want to live and be happy with myself or can’t I be happy without getting married?
Let me tell you how it all started. I can remember so clearly how I met Tony and got married to my suppose prince in a shining armor.
It started in May 13 2007. I remember so vividly. That was the day it all began.
I have finished late with a board meeting with my company where my boss had concluded the meeting with my transfer letter to Jalingo, just for me to go and foresee our br@nch over there.
That day I was angry, bitter and sad that my boss concluded so fast and did not give me much options or choice. He did not even care to know if I’m re-ady for such task or not.
I protested and kept s£nding email to my boss not to transfer me. I even told him that I was a lady and many harm could come to me during the cause of my transfer.
Their were many other staffs to s£nd but he kept insisting that he found me worthy for the job in Jalingo. i will be made the regional manager which comes with lots of benefits.
I even went to him the day he c@m£ to the office since he was not always around. I went to him pleading and giving different excuses on why I can’t go to Jalingo but my boss do not want to hear of it.
He said a good accommodation, salary increase and a calm working environment is attached to the offer but I was still not re-ady and was willing to turn it all down.
At the end, I did not have much choice rather than to go.
Is either to resign or to relocate for the main time to Jalingo. I choose rather to go than resign.
Is been over five years that I have been working for my company.
After I finished from university I joined them and later went for my Masters degree programme. It was after masters that I was given the post of a regional manager.
I thought of Isreal and how he will take the news of my transfer. And just like I predicted it did not go down well.
But sometimes his opinion doesn’t really count to me. I like him a lot and we have been in a relationsh!pfor sometime.
He wasn’t in my league or levels but I choose to be with him and remind him of that anytime he misbehave.
Isreal loves me with his life. He apologise both when I’m wrong and when he is wrong. He was a great cook and does all my biddings.
He practically worsh!ps me which is well expected. I’m beautiful, clas-sy and rich. I’m also a Lekki big girl. I mingle with my clas-s even my friends knows that.
Some wonder why I’m d@t!ngSomeb©dy like Isreal. Only Diane supports me and encourages me not to leave Isreal because the guy was a nice guy and very rare.
I’m of a high league while Isreal is just a HND holder who works in a common bank as a teller.
His salary is not even up to my wardrobe or traveling allowance.
Isreal was willing to share his salary into two and give me the largest p@rt.
He cooks most weekends and bring to my house in Lekki. He buys gifts, foodstuffs and bring to me.
I’m not much of a cook but my fridge is always stalked up with different food prepared by Isreal. This are more reasons why I love him and decided to keep him.
He was good looking but his level wasn’t close to mine and no matter what he does I always find reason to disqualify him.
I wish he was of same league with mine but he wasn’t and I feel ashamed to introduce him as my man to people.
I love Isreal for many reasons.
I watch him breakdown after I told him I was moving to Jalingo.
I promised him that we will keep in t©uçh always and I will find time to travel down to see him. I promised him that I will never hurt him. He begged me to remember every of my promises to him and I as-sured him that I will.
I parked up that early morning with Isreal’s help, he made sure I had enough food that will last me all throu-gh my journey. He took the whole night to cook and sto-red in foodflask for me. I k!$$£d him goodbye that morning. He wiped a tear and asked me to remember my promises and I told him I will.
I entered my car and drove off hoping to keep my promise to Isreal.
And that was how my journey began, i have to leave Israel. the man i was in a relationsh!pwith, i have to leave my Lekki big girls club where i had lots of friends, i have to leave my comfortable house to Jalingo…
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EMPTY PROMISES. (By Amah’s Heart)
EPISODE 2.
My first week in Jalingo was far from been cool. I try to cope even though I do not have a choice than to do that.
The house was okay, I have a gate man in my staff quarters but he does not speak good English but only un-derstand few. He picks as his English so slow. He was a typical Hausa with yellow colored teeth.
I used my first week to tour round Jalingo. I located where the g@s station is, the local market, restaurants, a spar, a salon, supermarkets and many other places.
I resumed work and was welcomed by the staffs in Jalingo. They really try to make me feel welcome. Despite all this I was still missing Lagos.
I and Israel kept in t©uçh. He calls me almost every second to know how I’m doing and he reminds me that I’m always in his prayers.
I wasn’t much of a praying type but I was happy to have someb©dy like Israel who is always looking out for me.
I told him how much I miss his cooking and how much I missed all the things he use to do for me. he told me to invite him over then he will come and spend one week and with that he will be able to cook and fill my fridge with different foods.
I waved the idea of inviting him over but I promised him that I will do that soon. Let me first settle down with the state and it’s weather and environment.
The people in Jalingo were very nice but majority of them speaks in their local dialect except for the educated one.
Some days I will start wishing that I’m back to Lagos, chilling in my Lekki ap@rtment. Having my girls around me.
Diane was my close friend. We all stay in Lekki together. She was equally a big girl.
Diane was d@t!nga rich and famous guy who was very handsome. Sometimes I just imagine that I’m Diane d@t!ngsuch a nice looking young and rich man.
I wish I’m the one that has such a fine man instead of what I have. Israel did not belong at all in my league. Some of my friends wonder why I was even d@t!nghim. Although he was good looking but not up to the standard of the kind of men I move with.
Most of my friends said I should dump him and look for my clas-s to d@t£, only Diane was against such.
She will advise me not to leave Israel because he was a nice man and very rare.
Diane said I I should st©p looking for clas-s and league and focus on the good side of Israel.
Diane will be giving me advice that she can not take. She was comfortable with her handsome rich b©yfri£ndand she is asking me to stick to my wretched man who is not upto my standard.
But sometime I think Diane has a point while many other time I as-sume she was all wrong. She says all that matters is that Israel was a good man who loves me and was re-ady to do anything for me. well, I believe that Diane was right. Israel is re-ady to do anything for me all he nee-ds me to do was to just open my mouth and say It and it will be done.
I was not much of a cook. I can make delicious noodles. That was the best thing I cook so well. I don’t even like cooking. Cooking is not my hobby and I hate to indulge in such task.
My nails will get ruined and a lot of things can go wrong within the time I’m in the kitchen.
Israel use to make food for me but here I am in Jalingo. Israel was far from me so I have to find a way to survive.
I asked my colleagues at work to help me find a good cook and a cleaner. Someone that knows how to speak English fluently or even if is pidgin but she must be a good cook and they promised to do that.
One day I drove down to a supermarket to get something. As I c@m£ down from my car I saw this fine man coming down from his own car too. He was very handsome and his car was so clas-sic.
I watch him from where I stand and as he tries to look at my direction I quic-kly looked away.
He entered the supermarket and I followed him. I decided to pick things from the shelf close to where this handsome man was standing and checking out fine perfumes.
After picking what he c@m£ to buy he moved to the counter and paid up.
All this while I was after him, wishing he will just say hello to me. I stood behind him and waited patiently.
After he was done paying he walked out.
I asked the cashier to hurry up and pack my things. I just wanted to catch up with the stranger before he drives off. But before I will step out he was gone.
I was very angry as I went home.
Israel called to check up on me and I bec@m£ mad at him. I took out my whole frustration on Israel who did not know what he did wrong.
“Ava, what have I done this time? Honey plea-se whatever it maybe I’m sorry. I hate it when you are sad. plea-se…don’t be sad again.
Israel try all he could but I was raging as if he was the cause of my problem.
Even me, I did not un-derstand why I was so mad. I know is meeting the fine man at the supermarket who did not respond to me and drove off even before I will rushed outside. It was all because of him that I was so angry. Israel had nothing to do with it but he was always the escape goat.
I even refused to talk to Israel for two days but i later resumed again and accepted his apology even though he was innocent.
I began to go to the supermarket often and that was how I met the man the second time but he only gave me a smile which was far better than nothing at all.
It was during our third meeting in the supermarket that I decided to approach him.
Just like a bolt of lightning, unexpectedly, everything started changing the moment I met him the third time.
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