Coming of Age!🙋‍♀️🪽 Part 4. (Finale)

There was a slight freedom that Saturday. The sun joyfully shone around, while the trees jubilated at the sight of the massive wind. Tade phoned in. We talked. He asked me questions, and I responded. Nothing out of the blue. Freedom in what sense? My big sis had probably gone to a program with her husband, so I had the house to myself. Or should I say I was home alone, rethinking my choices? We (Tade and I) spoke for as long as my memory serves me. It was a good time, to be honest. And so, Tade said something to me, “Come over when you’re done.” I didn’t reply immediately. I spaced out for like a minute or two, then I came back to my senses. I just said okay, and I hurriedly finished my chores for that day before heading out to meet with Tade. Knock, knock, knock. ✊ “Who’s there?” said Tade. “It’s me; your one and only,” I replied. He opened the door, and he didn’t hug me, just like he always did before. I noticed, and I could already guess what type of play was gonna go down. “Who is Mayowa? Why did you have to kiss him the first time? Second and the third?” “Fine, you explained the first one was a mistake. How about the second? Let’s not forget about the third time too.” “I trusted you because I know you’d never do something like that, and honestly, I thought Mayowa was the bad person, but now I know you are.” “How come it happened three times? You wanted it to happen? I just know it.” I tried to utter words, but I kept stammering because I knew I had ruined the perfect life we both had. I could only apologize as I watched him tear up. I tried to move closer to him, but he told me not to touch him or come any closer. I knew that was that about that. Is Tade’s chapter closing? Why would he do this to me??? I guess I’m the Author of my own tears. Just as I was deep in my soliloquy state, I heard my name, but it didn’t sound like it came from around me. It sounded like I was being called from up above. And so, I heard the name three more times, and… just like that I opened my eyes and saw the little hole in the ceiling. I couldn’t make sense of what happened, I kept asking myself. Is this a dream? Even though it’s occurred as a dream.. I took my hands to the most private part of my body, and I just thank my stars it was just a dream.. A part of me was happy I didn’t go through all of that. But what if I’ve just told someone story? What if that’s someone’s reality? What if that perfectly describes someone else, somewhere? I laughed for as long as my muscles could flex, and I just stood up to do what I was posed to do. The End

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