PULL THE PLUG: A Story!

Hey Lovelies! I am back and this time with a story!, PULL THE PLUG is a story about how intrinsic and funny emotions, friendship, relationships can be.

Don't forget to read, comment & share.........Enjoy!

Zha BOBO

Omorayo sat across this fine boy and all she can think is Darn! "Bobo yi fine sha, is he going to be a yoruba demon or angel?. She has seen Olawale in church 2 sundays ago when her friend Tania had pointed at him and said "see my boyfriend", she had taken one look at his side view, full connected beard in place and she knew this is the kind of guy Tania would have attracted. Omorayo took a look at herself and her butt out belly and knew this guy may not even give her as much as a side eye (there was a lil jab in her belly pulling her out of the low self-esteem pit she is about to embark on). The next sunday after then Omorayo was jejely teaching her sabbath school when the broda sat in her class with another mutual friend George, she had to make him know she was the teacher of the class by quelling the distraction George and Olawale were about to start.

Here they are now, in a pizza hut and she really meant to be quiet oo but this bobo kept asking followup questions, You know the kind of questions that made you know that this person wants to know about you or is just polite, he has good command of the English language and he does smell well, gentle, reassuring smile, she was hooked but she really wanted to be very cautious. You see, Omorayo has been known to be impulsive and quite emotional and prior to this time she had been working on herself especially her emotions.

As the wait at the pizza hut wore on, Omorayo has asked Olawale if  he read books and he had replied "Not Really, but I am about to start". He told her he had a fantastic book on his phone and he wouldn't mind sharing with her, he asked for her number and she had to ask him if he was sure, he said sure and she gave him. When Tania said "just say you want to collect his number", she felt a pang in that self-pity pool in her stomach but as always she laughed it off. Pizza was ready and they were good to go.

The Set up!

Fast forward to the next day, she got to work, turned on her data and she saw a message that sent some beautiful chills down her spine, a simple message "Good morning, hope you slept well? Are you at work now? 'Rayo read that message 3 good times, typed several replies and deleted them until she settled for one that sounded breezy enough and the fantastic friendship started. 

Conversations back and forth with questions like; good mornings and good nights, have you eaten? what is your itinerary for the day? are you going to church? I cried at work today and finally when are we going to see??. In all this 'Rayo was still very careful as excited as she was, she would wake up and think this brother in the Lord may just decide to stop chatting. Did she jinx it?

Finally, they saw again, how she had missed him... How can you miss someone you have interacted physically it just once?? only Omorayo can answer that. This kind of connection, it was like she was synced with him, he was the exact male version of her and she even funnily thought she had found her soul mate. HA!! how amazing! her heart leaped over many mountains. 

GAP!

Suddenly.. Somebody say suddenly!, he stopped picking her calls Lol! maybe not that abruptly but like a oscillating fan gradually comes to a sad, warm stop the communication reduced and Omorayo went through the 5 stages of grief in just a few days. Grief you say? yes grief, you see 'Rayo had always been one to grief things especially as this was a matter that concerns the heart, at first she denied the gap in communication by always calling especially around time that he would normally be free, then she became angry, angry at him for making her fall for him, angry at herself for actually falling for him, then baby girl got depressed, the kind-of depression she could only share with a few souls who would understand and finally she accepted that maybe just maybe this was not meant to be. 

Somehow accepting was easy on her as she couldn't see him every time, the pain was so much that she sometimes could only hold her breathe through a smile, This was a Vicious cycle! This is the live Dejavu! she had been in this mess with the BIG FISH (Story for another day). She was slightly crazed, so crazed she had to consult George just to clear her head and tell herself she was not going bonkers!. 

Closure!! 

Finally! she got the answers she wanted, she was not mad after all, The attention was 'DIVERTED" in his words. O! how relieving and sour, a very tasteless feeling of abandonment, alone again but as always, you fall, you pick yourself up & MOVE!