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Maid Of Honour by anneabidemi(f): 5:48pm On Dec 16, 2014
This lady before me is sad, but I dont know
how to console her. She is my friend. We grew
up together in the same neighbourhood and
attended same elementary school. Tola is her
name. My name is Omolara. Her fiance of many
years has just called off their wedding that
should take place next month. I am supposed
to be the maid of honour. Tola does not know
why, but I know the whole truth. Now how do I
explain to her? I cant even let her know I am
involved in any way.
Tola has been my best friend since childhood.
Growing up we were inseparable, until high
school separated us. She attended a Federal
Government Girls' College in Warri since her
mum was from Delta State while I attended a
military high school in Kaduna. We rarely saw
within the year until yuletide but we kept our
friendship tight, even as there were no mobile
phones then. We wrote letters and sent words
to each other.
Leaving high school we gained admission into
different universities. Still we kept in
contact. Gratefully the era of mobile phones
in Nigeria came, though they were quite
expensive but we both were able to afford
them. It bridged the gap between us as we
communicated almost everyday. Tola schooled
in Osun State while I stayed back in Ibadan. UI
was close by and my parents didnt want me
far away from home, not after the bruises
and body pains I brought from my Kaduna
military school. Our semester/session breaks
were rarely same time, so it was quite
difficult seeing if not for phone
During one of my session breaks, Tola invited
me over to her school as they were still in
session. I was eager to go since Ibadan was
boring without her. I got my stuffs together
and left the second day. It was our
penultimate year in the university.
She stayed in one of the private hostels off
campus. She was very happy when she saw me
and didnt hesitate taking me around and
introducing me to all her neighbours. It was a
Friday so we went clubbing in the evening. It
was fun. We got home about 4am the next
morning and didnt wake up until we heard a
knock on the door. It was quite late in the
afternoon. Tola got up and opened the door.
The figure standing at the door made me open
my eyes wide. It was a very handsome young
man. Tola ushered him in amd quickly introduced
me. Though I was groggy I managed to say hi.
I quickly rushed to the bathroom to shower. I
got dressed in the bathroom since it was a
room self contained apartment. I entered the
room to find Tola and Jimi (that is his name)
necking. I knew Tola didnt have to tell me who
he was, I already knew. I just smiled and
looked away, afterall I had a boyfriend in
school too. Tola cooked and we all ate. Jimi
left around 7pm.
The next day was Sunday and I was to leave
in the afternoon. I went to church with Tola
in the morning and got to know Jimi attended
the same church. He came home with us. Tola
was in the kitchen when Jimi opened a video on
his phone and fixed his earpiece. Already we
had started talking very well. Tola was happy
about it because she needed her best friend
and her friend to be close to some reasonable
extent. He fixed a piece in one ear and gave
me the other. I looked at his phone screen to
discover the video was pornographic. I was
shocked and quickly removed the earpiece, but
he held me firmly and before I said jack, he
kissed me hungrily. My mind rejected it but my
body said yes, so I gave in and kissed him
back. Tola was busy in the kitchen and didnt
notice anything. We kissed and fondled and did
all sorts before we noticed Tola was rounding
up, so we stopped. She came out and we ate,
then I gathered my things to leave. Before
Tola came out Jimi dialed his phone number on
my phone and saved it. I saved his too. They
saw me off to the park and I left for Ibadan.
I started having phone conversations with Jimi
after I got to Ibadan. And it wasnt up to two
weeks before I went back to Tola's school.
This time to visit Jimi, and not Tola. She didnt
even know I was around because Jimi prevented
her from coming to his apartment all through
my stay. It was meant to be a fling with Jimi
because I knew it was wrong but I just
couldnt leave the guy. Deep inside me I pitied
Tola because I knew I was the one she
trusted most and there I was sleeping with
her boyfriend.
My affair with Jimi spanned through that year
till I graduated and went for national service.
Still he didnt break up with Tola even though
he had started giving me more attention than
he gave her. Tola didnt notice because she
was the type who trusted so much. At a point
I felt so guilty and suggested we ended the
relationship but Jimi said no and used Tola as
bait, saying the moment I left him he was
going to break up with Tola. Already we were
all working and comfortable. I wasnt in any
other relationship and was ready to end it
with Jimi to free my mind of the guilt and
make myself available for the right man. Still
Jimi threatened to leave Tola if I did, and
already they were engaged. I couldn't bear it
anymore. The wedding day was fixed and I was
to be the maid of honour. One fateful morning
I called Jimi and told him I just couldn't
continue. How could I continue sleeping with my
best friend's fiance. What I knew wouldn't
stop even after they got married. I just had
to end it, which I did. I hung up and dialed
Tola's number to know if she was home. She
was out of Ibadan and said we should see in
two days.
Here I am with my best friend. She is soaked
in tears and can't even speak. She is in shock.
Jimi just called from the UK cancelling their
wedding without reasons. He left the country
yeterday since it was easy for him to check in
and out anytime. He is a British citizen. His
parents and even Tola's folks are all worried
and in the dark. Nobody knows why he did that,
and he is not offering any explanation. I am
the only one who knows what is happening. But
how can I tell anyone without getting stoned
by the whole Ibadan community?
Re: Maid Of Honour by prewtyjulie(f): 6:06pm On Dec 16, 2014
For more dan a whole year? madam, dont u av a conscience? I hope u can really live wit urself afta all dis u caused!

Dats y i prefer my girls dont knw my guy even afta marriage talk more of av his numba, u jst cant trust any1!!!
Re: Maid Of Honour by Nobody: 6:26pm On Dec 16, 2014
Err....is this a story?
Re: Maid Of Honour by amiablejudy(f): 8:03pm On Dec 16, 2014
Lol MzNelly,you did well to ask,I was about doing same.if it's a story, there r lessons to learn seriously but its for real it will take only grace and divine intervention to forgive and forget.Hmmm life indeed is a journey, you don't know what to expect still we all hope for the best.Let's keep learning though.
Re: Maid Of Honour by dhamstar(m): 7:47am On Dec 17, 2014
You can do a lot more better. Nice though
Re: Maid Of Honour by anneabidemi(f): 3:45pm On Dec 17, 2014
Abeg na fiction o. Anyone who has done that wouldnt have the gut to put it here. Still, things happen, and pple have worse secrets.
Re: Maid Of Honour by Ama111(f): 5:58pm On Dec 17, 2014
chisos!! nah wah oh,indeed a bad and heartless frnd God 4bid

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