Love Chronicles! Pt 2.

Hey people!!!

I am just here blushing at the love and blowing kisses at you all and saying thank you for all the love on the part 1 series of my love chronicles. This gives me so much ginger. 🙂

To enjoy the story, please read Part 1 Here

Let’s get right into the gist. 🙂

Loving and being truly loved my someone is such a sweet experience. I am a living witness to that and I can tell you that loosing a loved one, a friend, a parent or a partner is such a very difficult thing to forget in a jiffy.

On getting to Ibadan that fateful day with my Mom and sisters, my Mom had invited some very close older friends of the family to join us at home. The very inquisitive me was still asking why all these calls because I never expected nor ever had the thoughts that the accident will take his life. Never!. All I had in my mind was let’s get to Ibadan and drive straight to the Hospital where he was.

We finally arrived home and then my Mom broke the sad news. I can’t categorically explain my reaction that very day because I was lost. Like i didn’t know what was happening again. If tears could bring the dead back to life, he would have woken up that very day.

The way bad news fly in schools amongst students is so alarming. The whole Unilorin had knew my gist and story that year. My phones were full with condolence messages and incoming calls to the point where my sisters had to switch them off for weeks.

My two weeks mourning break was over, burial done (which I wasn’t allowed to attend) and then I had to return to school for my Final year exams which was supposed to commence in a week from then.

I resumed back with my elder sister who was working and had to take some time off work just to follow me to school and make sure I was good. Preparations for exams was tough because Femi and I always read together even though we weren’t in the same department.

Monday came, and it was our lecture free week. Got to class to meet so many notes from friends, pleasantries of all kinds from colleagues and my lecturers. I was moved to tears for all the love. My sister kept saying don’t let me see any tear. Just hide your tears. You know that Ehyaaa look people give, I got that look every time I walk around in school, I hear words like Awwwww is that his girlfriend, Ehyaaaaa. It is well.

That same week, Banke (my soul sister and bff then in school) requested I move to her hostel so my sister could return to work and so we both can prepare for exams together. I remember those times when Banke would read into my ears, cheer me up with words like “Dammie, nobody can be an excuse for your failure if you don’t pass these exams, you’re complicating things.” She would ask, “Do you want to have an extra year when your mates are gone?” You know the answer right?

My Exams lasted for two weeks and believe me every time I sat down to read, Banke’s words rang clearly in my ears. I then sat up, put my worries aside, tried my best to read and prepare so I could have good results.

After exams, I had enough time to mourn and reflect on memories. I can tell you, I actually didn’t know myself anymore. I suffered loss of appetite like I don’t wanna smell that thing called food for close to a year if not more. Hahaha oh my. It wasn’t funny. You remember this saying when people say you really don’t know what someone else is going through, so don’t bug them with your problems. This was exactly my case, I looked good on the outside but you don’t wanna know what I was feeling inside of me.

I am such a lover of moments, I love making memories with every circumstances, activities, name it. You can tell I had so many memorable moments stuck in my head, my heart, in the whole of me. I actually can’t have a conversation with you without the mention of Femi. That was what it was. It was that deep. 😦

Femi was a people’s person, friendly and jovial. He made me have more acquaintances, because his friends became my friends, our friends, our travel buddies.

As time went by, School session was coming to an end, project defense presentation was done, time to start saying good bye to Unilorin and all it had brought my way when my supervisor called me and told me a story about his own sister which something of this had happened to her. I picked my lessons from what he told me and he told me the best news of my life as at that time. He told me I graduated, passed all my courses and it appears to be my one of my best results. What a great God I serve. God truly works wonders.

Finally, time to go home and bid Unilorin final goodbye as an undergraduate, I was so unhappy because it was supposed to be Femi and I who would be traveling together like we normally do in his car. We had so many plans together, so many goals, so many aspirations and many more.

My Mom came to pick me, I had loadsssss like I was going to husband’s house you know, lol. Straight outta school kinda luggage. We pack both my things and all Femi’s things from his hostel straight to Ibadan.

On getting home, staying at home made it worse because boredom. Crying and mourning everyday. But knowing that I was mobilized for NYSC next month of that year was a consolation for me. Eventually the NYSC posting came through that same month and my NYSC life journey began.

Please read my Journey through NYSC here.

During my service year, I traveled to Lagos every weekend to spend sometime with my elder sister. By that I was opportuned to enroll into the Events planning and management school in Lagos. I started my Event planning business in my 400 level back in school by the way. You can tell that made me so busy as my weekends weren’t longer mine because I spent most in class and my week days at work. I wasn’t even ready for any relationship of any kind, I was just more focused on building my event planning business amongst other businesses I now own.

After my service year, I moved to Lagos, secured a job and another life began. You can tell how living in Lagos could drain you. I read books at my leisure, hung out with friends, did things I love doing just to make sure I wasn’t living in my past. I can literally tell you, living and working in Lagos can make you not have time for yourself sometimes especially if you are the business type with so many lifestyle activities.

Sometimes, memories came flashing but God was always my strength. My busy lifestyle helped me in moving on also because I usually have quite a number of Event projects I was managing, my 9-5 job responsibilities, other businesses I run, so I couldn’t afford to be down at any point in time because if I did, it affects my productivity. By the way more money must be made right.:)

My word of encouragement to anyone going through any heartbreak whatsoever, life happens, you’ve got to get yourself together and move on. Moving on might not be easy but you just have to. Does crying and remembering your past change anything? If your answer is No, you’ve got to move on and make yourself happy again because no one has the key to your happiness except you.

If you followed my love chronicles to this level I will love to say a big thank you for reading. Please kindly like, comment and share to your friends and loved ones. Someone might need to read this to be encouraged.

The story doesn’t end here guys, Watch out for my Love Chronicles 3 where I will share my journey to meeting and saying “Yes I do” to the love of my life.💍

Compliments of the Season Lovelies.🎄🤗

May God’s peace fill you this Season.🎉🥳

Dammie O.