Damilola Babs

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

Written by Damilola Babs

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The next few weeks were even more frustrating. The official car came in and there was an official house too. Her salary was reading half a million. She couldn’t believe her eyes, yet it was very real. She was an ideal Lagos big girl.

At first, she had no issues going to pick her boyfriend and dropping him off, but then it gradually became an issue.

Mary was traveling more, meeting the kind of men that would be referred to as the big catch. Most of them asked her out, took her out on dates, some on free vacations to Dubai, Los Angeles and the likes. Most of the men she met from company sponsored seminars, sone on random trips. In all, coming back to Andrew’s cubicle was a problem. They even looked different. Not that he looked broke, but he was too much of a common guy. He always had his jean, shirt and snickers. Mary preferred the men in suit with their cars and files and nice shoes and nice colognes. What was she suppose to do with a guy in jean and shirt, doing nothing serious than seeing clothes and drawing sketches.

“Mary, Mary, I hope you now know that your level has changed. Start considering other options. Mary would hear a voice in her head telling her. It got worse, her mother added her own fuel to the already burning fire.

Tonight was a special one, Mary thought. She was going to break up with Andrew, she was really done.

Biola’s last words in the office kept ringing in her head.

“Omo, this decision is the best you have ever made. Leave him.”

She sat there and was looking forlorn. It had only been ten months into their relationship and here she was breaking up with the man she could not do without a few months back. A part of her felt guilty, another felt cold and merciless. Her life was getting better too quickly, she didn’t need Andrew around her anymore. Introducing him to her new set of friends was getting harder. She remembered the last dinner with him. A senior business associate had insisted she came with her boyfriend. He had come there wearing Mark’s suit, she was relieved at least until Olafemi Dino asked him what he did for a leaving. She felt bathed in embarrassment.

“I own a fashion outlet,” he told the man too quickly. He simply laughed and that was the last thing he said to him. Dino had directed everyone other conversation to her. She knew why. He wasn’t in their class. She was done as far as she was concerned.

“She sat there in her expensive perfume and dress. Her makeup was lit. She was a different person, but he, Andrew understood and embraced the newness.

“Hi babe,” he walked in and pecked her on the forehead. She had intentionally not gone to pick him up as usual. She let him find his way to the restaurant. He noticed her look, but was quiet.

“Are you fine?” He asked once they had settled in and he bought them food. It was a very expensive place. She had not expect him to pay with so much ease, but he did. As far as he was concerned nothing was too much to spend on her, on his relationship.

“No, I am not.” She started still not smiling.

“Is that why your face is like this?” He asked laughing. They had not fight over anything. They were fine the last time he checked. “Okay, I guess it’s serious. Sorry I laughed. What is it babe? Are you okay?”

“No, I am not.”

“What is going on?”

“I…I…I…you are an amazing person, but you see I can’t continue with this relationship. She told him.

He paused and laughed the more.

“You like silly jokes, Mary. Stop it. We are fine, aren’t we?” He asked not taking her serious.

“I am not joking!” She raised her voice this time and it made people around turn. She pushed before continuing.

“I am sorry, but this is not a joke. We can’t continue together. Things have changed. I obviously want more out of life than you want. I can’t marry a tailor.” She blotted.

“What? Mary. You just called me a tailor. I thought it used to be a designer. Common, Mary, please don’t do this.”

“It is not about not doing it, Andrew. It is already done.”

Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
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