After forty, everything starts to go downhill. Breasts surrender to gravity, toned arms and legs succumb to flab and as for the abdomen; don’t get me started on how it takes two girdles, one on top of the other to maintain any semblance of flatness. This was me looking at myself in the mirror on the morning of my fortieth birthday wondering how I went from Miss Unilag to that Aunty living down the street.

I know how other women wear their flab with pride. It being evidence of being pounded in the bed by a sweaty husband every other night and having borne rambunctious little children. What did I Sade have to show for my flab? Zero, nada, zilch. No husband, no kids. I had gone from having four guys to choose from, to having two, to having one sure Aristo with potential for second wife, to having no one.

The worst part about all this- other people. I’m sure if I was the lone inhabitant of an island I could live out the rest of my days in lonely, unassuming bliss but of course in my current predicament other people always had their say. From my mother who said it was because I didn’t pray enough, to my best friend who alluded to my hot temper, to other friends who claimed I was attracted to the wrong sort.

There was also the paranoia that naturally came with my situation. There was a friend I could almost swear uploaded photos of her husband and twins on Facebook just after I shared something on my timeline.

People made you feel like you were not doing anything about your situation. How many people could I tell that I had bookmarked the Ten-places-to-meet-your-husband-in-Lagos article on Bella Naija and showed up at all ten?  Including Lekki-Ikoyi link bridge at 6am.

The worst critics were the retards that said “There is always that one guy for you, most times you just can’t recognize him for what he is”. They were just waiting for me to admit that no one had propositioned me in two years.

Thank God I had money and a good business. At least I had something to show for my forty years, that and Diabetes but like all women I wanted the trifecta; husband, kids and money.

My driver Mufu, the tribal-marked OND holder from the wrong side of town flashed me to come down. He drove me to and from the shop everyday. His thick Yoruba accent was a constant source of amusement for me and he didn’t mind that I laughed when he said epp instead of help.

“Today we are going to Mushin first”, I announced to Mufu. “Sure Ma,”. I was heading to eleven on the Bella list, the one suggestion they forgot to add- spiritual epp. This was my birthday gift to myself, not a Birkin like last year. Birkins are cold sleep companions, I would know.

This year I was taking the advice of my formerly 40 and single friend now married. She swore by this Alfa, he led her to her husband. We drove quickly to Mushin.

The Alfa’s place wasn’t at all what I expected.  No pungent smell of incense; DSTV in the waiting room showing ELTv not Africa Magic Yoruba; good-looking, young, perfumed Alfa.

“I’m from Toyin. I came because..” “I know why you are here”, he cut me off, “but I need you to answer one question first, what has ears but cannot hear?” I looked at the dude, joker. “A deaf man of course, he has ears but he can’t hear.” The Alfa smiled. “You came here to ask me if you are going to be alone for the rest of your life or if you will find love. The question I ask you is if you do find love would you recognise it?”

“There are two great loves in a persons life,” Alfa pontificated, “The love of your life and your one true love. The love of your life will climb a mountain, swim a river and meet you at the point of a great need but if you are not careful you will not see him when he comes. Your one true love you will only find after you have lost the love of your life”.

I thought about my great need- a Range Sport, the love of my life must be one loaded guy! “How will I find them?,” I asked, “I need a sign”. “You do not need a sign to find the love of your life, you will see him before midnight today,” said the Alfa as he stood up to leave. “Wait! What about my one true love, how do I find him too, just in case?” The Alfa smiled. ”A birth mark just behind the right ear”.

The Alfa left and I walked out to the car, on my way I became dizzy. Hypoglycemia. Mufu rushed towards me, “I need a drink Mufu”. Mufu opened the car, carried me in and put on the AC. He left and got back two minutes later with a Sprite. Reliable Mufu but he was now dirty and smelly.

I gulped the drink in less than a minute and felt my blood sugar stabilise.  I looked at Mufu. “Mufu you are a pig, so dirty, making my car smell, can’t you take a bath and buy deodorant, with all the money I pay you, gosh!” Mufu was quiet for the rest of the journey home but I didn’t care, I was too busy thinking about my tall, dark stallion of a man holding the keys to a white Range sport. “Mufu why are you so quiet?” He continued to ignore me.

I slapped the back of his head. Mufu turned around with a murderous look in his eyes but he turned back and continued driving. When we got home he handed me the car keys instead of taking them home with him so he could wash the car in the morning before I woke up. “Wont you take the keys home?” “No,” he said gravely. “Good night Ma.”


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Mufu got into the one bedroom apartment he shared with his mother and sister. He sat down on the bed in his room and decided he wouldn’t show up for work in the morning. He could have taken the long way round to get the Sprite but he knew Madam was in trouble.  He had climbed a mountain of refuse and swam through the lake from the drain it blocked to get it for her but what did he get in return- a slap on the head. In an ideal world he would know how to pronounce hypoglycemia so it didn’t sound like ‘Applecemia’, Madam would love him and he would take care of her everyday for the rest of her life but this was not an ideal world he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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Sade too was drifting off to sleep in her large soft bed. It was midnight and she had not met the love of her life but thank God her one true love was still out there. She would look behind the ear of every single man she met, she wouldn’t give up on love, she would find a man that would love her for her, warts and all. She scratched the back of her right ear as she slept off, touching the tiny birth mark she would never see.


18 thoughts on “Requiem For A Dream

  1. The last line, BRILLIANT! Your one true love is yourself. A few drawbacks in the narration, but the twist was impressively pulled off.

  2. Hahaha. Oh the twist is tight! No kidding, reminds me of Justin Bieber’s ‘Love yourself’
    I enjoyed this.
    Nice one, Abudu.
    Good luck!

  3. Nice one bidemi
    Good to see you explore this part of yourself. I like the story, we can only find love after we know and learn how to love ourselves.
    Mummy iman has spoken!!

  4. Really nice! Like everyone has said, great twist at the end. I also like the confident use of language (you weren’t scared to use “trifecta”). All the best!

  5. I enjoyed this, especially the understated humour in it. And that end? Brutal, just brutal. Well done Abidemi.

    I however think there were a few punctuation errors, nothing damning but enough to make me raise both eyebrows (That’s because I lack the ability to raise just one).

    It was also a little inconceivable that Mufu had to through all that stress, sewage and scrap to get a Sugary drink in Mushin.

    Otherwise, very enjoyable.

    1. Thank you Charlie with the raised eyebrows. Thank you for noting the punctuation errors, I’ll do better next time. Mufu had to go throught all that to get the Sprite in two minutes, at least in this my version of Mushin. Pls vote my story. Thanks

  6. love the twist.
    The sprite sewage stuff was overdone. wish you had found another way to make the same point/
    lovely read

  7. This was pretty good. The sprite part though… My eyebrows are still raised Charlie-high at that lol.
    Speaking about Charlie, better ommited punctuation marks in hundreds of words than ommited words in 3 short paragraphs. Lol.

    1. Thank you Hector! Maybe if it was a less common drink than Sprite there would have been less raising of the eyebrows. Nice sub at Charlie, wish he could see this, lol!

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