Beyoncé

These things happen between guys and girls. Just don't pretend it doesn't...

        Nothing meant anything to me anymore. Not anymore. Not after the better part of me- or so I thought- was snatched away from me. I cast my mind back   to the day's events and the ones before. Everything seemed like I was watching it from afar. I was a distant part of immediate events. In the midst of all the pomp and pageantry and the aura of excitement that permeated the venue of the ceremony, I was locked the little field of sadness I created for myself.

       Beyonce was on the few girls I've known all my life...save my two elders. And she happened to be one of those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I was born with a wooden spoon- okay, my parents aren't so poor but we can't be described a s being rich either. I wasn't unfortunately endowed mentally. This is probably what brought us together. And together we stayed until we finished primary and secondary school. Life has its funny way of making things work out for you only to close up the road when you think everything is working for your favour.

     We usually worked to and from school together in primary school. There were times when I looked rather rough in my school uniform( that piece of fabric was never ironed) but Beyonce never minded. Because of our incessant proximity, people would often refer to us as husband and wife, but we both would snap our little fingers over our heads with a "God forbid". But I secretly wished it was so. What does a kid know?

          By the time we got into secondary school, things have quite changed. Always the bright eyed daring little girl I used to know, Beyonce became the very essence of everything beauty stood for. A pretty girl with dimples and eyes that shone in her ebony beauty. It makes me think of diamond stones plaited on a gold carving to look at her face.

     We happened to attend our respective higher institutions in the same town. I attended Kwara State University and she attended the Polytechnic in the same town. And so we continued to see each other almost everyday. By now some ''smart guys" were beginning to make moves at her. I seriously felt like making such move myself but I thought I'd rather respect myself. And whenever I felt I should....she would start the latest story of the newest guy. I assumed she told me everything about her.

     Then my mum died. And Beyonce was there for me. I needed comfort which she provided generously. It rained on the funeral day and Beyonce convinced her dad to let her use his car to convey me and my sisters to the venue. We ended up having a convoy of cars from her dad's fleet...all thanks to dear Beyonce. 

      I became totally withdrawn and wouldn't talk to anybody except Beyonce and she insisted on taking me out sometimes-of course she could afford them. These were probably friendly platonic dates but they meant something else for me. 

         What was I thinking?!!! I remember the day I met Beyonce under the large araba trees close to my department building. She had called to say she had news for me. She was grinning  from ear to ear when I met her. And that was when she dropped the missiles that had blinded my mind ever since. She told me he had proposed and she waved her fingers at me to show me a ring on middle finger. Its was epic mheen! I actually fainted for a moment. Thank God I  had my back to a tree. My mind was thinking all sorts of things. "Since when did....?  And who was....?" Well, I had to compose myself. I heard a voice that sounded like mine telling her I was happy for for and congrats. I ain't sure that's me. 

          I had been sad. But now I was angry and bitter too. And I had to make up an excuse to hurry home to my room. I sank into bed and wept myself to sleep. Time dragged by until the wedding day arrived. And the guy wasn't unfortunately looking too. I sat in a corner in the hall and watched my dear Beyonce exchange wedding vows with him!...and there was nothing I could do about it. 

Reviews

[Mifa]

Ehya...sorry baba, no go commit suicide sha o. Lol. Life does go on. Next time, hurry and get out of the friend zone by being honest and speaking your mind. What's the worse that could happen? Anyways, nice one though. Keep writing.

[Neha Arjun]

Woww. That was beatifully tragic. Life goes on.