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The 'Lolu Experience 2

It had been two months since I last heard from 'Lolu, again. Yes, again! He was fond of not keeping in touch and blaming it​ on me. So this time, I was not surprised. I was expecting it, especially after I literally here him out of my hotel room. In an unusual way, I was getting used to it. I was getting used to not having spoken to him in what I considered to be a really long time.
  I had been deep in thought after I told him to leave my hotel room that day. A million and one thoughts flew through my head; ranging from how much of Akinlolu's disrespect I had put up with over the years, how it took me so long to realize this to how I boldly confronted him and asked him to leave me and my life.
  The deed had been done and thinking about it was not going to change anything, so I turned off my phone and went to bed. Eleven am the next morning, I was on a flight bound to Lagos from Abuja. I was pleased to an extent, that I would be away from Akinlolu for a while.
 that I was being a coward but I just wanted peace in my mind. I planned on staying for about three months as I had quite a handful of events to host as well as interviews to do.
  My first event was a wedding reception that held on the island. Just like every other wedding that I had hosted in the past, I was a bit nervous about hosting because it was a society​ wedding and I wanted to give in my all.  But this particular event took a dramatic turn that made my outing so awful. The couple had just made their grand entrance into he beautifully decorated hall dotted in silver and gold colours of aso-ebi and gele with massive lights flashing here and there, when I saw Tade from afar.
I was shaking but still had to compose myself. To conceal my fear and surprise, I skipped the programme to the couples first dance. The entire hall was surprised and murmured in protest as I had left out the Chairman's speech and a special dance presentation.
My eyes locked with the bride's and she wore a beaming smile while mouthing a 'Thank you' to me. I did not particularly understand what her thank you was for but I was relieved that at least, someone in the hall was in support of my decision.
  Tade was one of my go-to-persons whenever Lol and I had our off season in our relationship. Tade and I were friends with benefits with no strings attached or any commitments involved. As if by nature, Tade and I never crossed paths, spoke or texted anytime Lolu and I were together but we always found each other whenever we drifted apart.
  I calculated the couples dance to take about ten to fifteen minutes and took that moment to quickly 'say hi' to Tade who now winked at me as he sat down, further destabilizing my life and emotions.
  The spotlight effect at work in me sensed that all eyes were on me as I walked down the hall, gripped Tade's left hand and dragged him out of the hall before he could even say a word.
'You can't keep showing up Everytime I'm having an issue with my boyfriend. Stop it. It's not been funny anymore', I spat out bitterly.
'What are you saying? I am here for my cousin's wedding. You are the one who should stop being so paranoid'. He said more seriously this time
looked at him suspiciously as the couples dance was gradually coming to an end. It was time to go.
'I don't want to see you around me', I said pointing at him and quite loudly too, as I noticed about a score of eyes on me. 'I mean it!', I quickly added. To an extent the thinking part of me cheered me to freedom and commended my action. But the pleasure seeking part said a bold and brutish NO and I felt myself stagger as I went into the hall.
'Yes baby!', Tade shouted as I made my way back into the hall. He was smiling, I could tell. I know Tade too well, he lived anything in skirt. A curvy lady in a beautifully crafted gown would definitely drive him crazy.

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  1. I'm sure you are not planning to end it here. story well cooked!

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