Who Would She Tell?

Lanre laid on her bed unmoving. Tears kept streaming down from her eyes. Her ears have become a pool of water. She would turn her face to the side at intervals to let the tears off her ears when it threatens to go inside her ears. It was late in the night and the best time to let out the tears. This was the only time she could cry and let her emotions flood her as there would be no one to ask her questions. If otherwise, what will she tell the person? Who would she tell of her stupidity, that the son of a governor proposed to her, and she rejected. She was busy thinking he won’t offer her anything and won’t help her with a good future, but he was the future she has been waiting for. What more could she have asked for.

Lanre took grip on the wrapper with which she was supposed to cover herself with. She bites on it so that her cries won’t escape her room. She wouldn’t want her mother to see her like this.

“My ancestors must be ashamed of me!” She said in her head. “Lanre, who curse you? How could I do this to my own self? Why could I not figure out anything?” Lanre muttered amidst her cries. Her voice came out like she shouldn’t be saying anything. Her words seem to choke her and she was losing her breath.

It has been a week since Lanre saw the picture of Kehinde kissing an unnamed lady according to the media, but she knew who it was. There is no way she would see her friend and not know it is her. She knew it was Ify immediately she saw the photo. That photo has been starched to her memory since then.

She thought it was funny how she saw the photo and acted like she was not affected by it in front of actress Timitola. All through their stay there in Lagos, she acted fine. She even joined her madam, Lady B to celebrate when the woman offered to celebrate her success. The actress had told Lady B what she wanted to do for Lanre. It had made Lady B really proud.

“If Lanre becomes famous, then I have made it in life! I will sleep with a smile on my lips every day knowing that someone passed through me and has become a big name”. These were Lady B’s words. She seemed more happy for Lanre than Lanre was for herself. Lanre just had to force happiness, while she was filled with hurt in her heart.

But her hurt was particular to her, no one else shares in her hurt. No one would even understand such a thing. People will call her “Ode” “(fool)”. Such a story should not be heard.

“Olanrewaju!” Lanre ceased crying immediately she heard her mother’s voice. She immediately wiped her tears off her face. Then she stood up from the bed walking towards the door like someone who just woke up from sleep.