Miebaka called me again, I pretended like I had not seen him before. He pushed his way throu-gh the crowd to where I had stood holding the man’s shi-t.
Miebaka: “Shiber, Oh my God where have you been? I have been looking for you. Oh my Shiber”
I did not say a word to him, I frowned at the client owing me
“Shiber plea-se let go of his shi-t, I will pay you double. The embarras-sment is too much, and soon the police will arrive” he slowly freed my hands from him
I followed him in his truck to the eatery few blocks away from where he had met me; he had st©pped by the boutique to get me a decent outfit. I had not said a word to him, but I had a lot of questions to ask. After eating a plate of Semo and Ogbono soup, we decided to sit back and talk.
Miebaka: “I know you are really hurt and I know that I really messed up. But I nee-d you to know that whatever you saw that day was not registered in my head until after about twenty four hours. I don’t know what happened to me, but I was not in my right s-en-ses that day. I swear on my life. I have been looking for you since then, I even went to that Alhaji’s office but he said he had not seen you either”
Me: “How do I believe you? Do you know what effect that had on me? Do you?”
Miebaka: “Why would I be looking for you? Are there not thousands of women out there for me to d@t£? Believe me, Shiber, if I haven’t been looking for you I wouldn’t have acted like I knew you, seeing the way you were dressed in public. What happened to you Shiber?”
I narrated everything that had happened after we broke up to him and told him I would not be getting back with him. I knew I was going to succeed without him.
Miebaka: “plea-se, I nee-d you back into my life. I am incomplete without you, we could leave the country, start a new life elsewhere and forget about the past. plea-se Shiber.” He knelt down in the crowded eatery
I was embarras-sed, he had told me he met a generous man of God who introduced him into timber business; and slowly he made so much profit. So what was a man, his status looking for in a pr©st!tût£like me? I felt for him, I stood up, held his hands and asked him to stand up
Me: “I have forgiven you” we hvgged, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was with family
Miebaka made me promise I was going to retire from the prostitution business. He said he would help me establish my own business immediately, but I had told him no, I wanted to have an NGO where girls like me would be enlightened about r@p£ and the dangers of prostitution first.
Me: I know that I don’t nee-d much prayers or to go School to be successful in Life. For I am destined to be famous and wealthy in life. No one can change one’s destiny, it can only be delayed. She said to herself
My company was financed with little amount of money, but pastors and philanthropists supported my movement; we took so many r@p£ victims and prostitutes off the streets. Anytime we were able to successfully empower one of the girls and she kneels to thank me, my response would be “Glory be to God”.
I had never thought I could be so established and comfortable, to the extent of helping so many people; many I could not even recognize after rehabilitation. Each day, I prayed that God blessed my Miebaka.
“Baby, I nee-d you to go to the pastor’s house and collect some files from his wife” Miebaka had told me one early morning
Me: “Is this not too early?” I asked
Miebaka: “No, I alre-ady called her and she will be waiting for you at home” he said, looking nervous
He insisted I went to the pastor’s house by public transport; I noticed his strange behavior but did not tell him about it.
“You know how ha-rd it is to get a cab going to Apo” I said to him in a low voice
I could see that he was not re-ady to listen to my complaints. I walked down the streets in search of a cab. There was no cab re-ady to go to that p@rt of Abuja, I stood at the junction for over Forty Five minutes before I got a cab, who asked for double pay. I cursed the driver as I sat beside him in his dirty rickety taxi.
The pastor’s house looked unusually quiet, I spoke to the gate man, he said they had moved out a day before, and that Miebaka was aware of their exit. I stood there, like a stranded stranger. What was he hiding from me? Did he discharge me so he could have his chance with another woman? I was furious. I took a cab and headed home, asking the driver to drive as fast as he could
“I would teach that bit-ch a lesson” I told myself
The driver was yelling as I did not allow him to properly park his car before opening the door. I flung the One Thousand Naira at him and ran into the compound, hoping to catch Miebaka with another woman. The door was left open, I knew there was someone else in the house, I could perceive a feminine fragrance. I sniffed in and then saw two little girls coming out with bunch of flowers and Miebaka standing behind them, all dressed like a groom
Miebaka: “Be my wife, Shiber!” He knelt on both knees and asked me to marry him
As I was about to say yes, I heard a group of people coming into the living room; the pastor and his wife, and Miebaka’s colleagues…all of them smiling at me
Me: “Yes baby”
The lunch p@rty was the best; Miebaka had taken his time to organize it, he wanted a surprise for me, that was why he had s£nt me to the pastor’s house to get more time. Everyone giggled and joked about how nervous and restless Miebaka was before he proposed.
That night, we made love for the very first time; I got to realize the difference between slee-ping with someone who truly loves you, and who doesn’t.
What we had that night wasn’t just S-x, it was a connection on a dee-per level. It was a great love ma-king scenes like that of the Hollywood. The lighting was dimmed, the doors were locked and a s-en-sual song of Barry White “Can’t get enough of your love babe” song was pla-ying in the background. I learnt that night, an absolutely mas-sive difference between ma-king love to a man you truly love and just knocking boots. The missionary position was as perfect as both our bodies are in almost full contact with each other, I held his hands and interlocked our f!ngers. It was felt warmth and explosive.
I learnt to speak up during S-x, letting him how what I like and what feels good. As telling each other how you feel helps you un-derstand and connect better. It was kinda easy for us to Orgasm at the same time which is not common. After we’ve Orgasmed, we remain connected throu-gh cudd-ling, laughing in be-d together then finally took some quic-k nap. Finally, I would say, there’s no greater way to connect with your p@rtner than to make love.
Later woke up, stood to take some drinks from the fridge when I heard the door bell ring. I did not want to wake Miebaka, he looked tired after organizing the proposal p@rty all by himself, ti-ptoeing to the living room, I found an envelope beneath the door, opened it and re-ad
That proposal is just the beginning of your problems. I advice you to withdraw the proposal. If you dare go ahead with any marriage plans, you will become a widow!”
I ran back to the be-droom to tell Miebaka what I had seen.
Do you think Shiber is ma-king a big mistake not been prayerful or attending schools despite she’s destined to be successful in Life? Who s£nt the anonymous letter? Is Miebaka hiding anything from Shiber? Will Shiber reconsider her acceptance of the marriage proposal?