Dear F,
Our age difference was one thing that I
couldn't quite wrap my mind around. You are at least 11 years older than me but
I have an age limit of 6. All I wanted from you was for you to teach me how to
bake but I didn't qualify so you decided I qualified for something else.
Unfortunately for you, I had more resistance than you thought I would. I guess
I seemed like a naïve, young woman. An easy conquest of some sort. You would
call me everyday and some times, we'd talk for several minutes about your
unrequited emotions and how you wished to see me. Now that I think back, it was
all quite pathetic.. And disgusting. After a few weeks of your pestering, I
agreed to see you. That was the beginning of the end.
As usual I didn't listen to HS, my best
friend. He told me not to go but I felt too bound by my words. After spending
time and effort to locate your office, I finally found it. The distance was not
a joke and I was tired. Your office was not like what I expected but I forgave
it and accepted it's charm. It was good enough for a baker, I guess. Then I
quietly took the seat you offered and waited and watched till you dispatched
your employees. The smug smiles you kept throwing my way made me feel like
slugs were crawling on my skin. Yuck!
When we
were alone like you hoped, I became uncomfortable and with good reason. You
decided you wanted to sit too close to me. And act like we'd known each other
for so long when we'd merely known each other for a few weeks. After I rebuffed you, you decided that was the best time to check
your emails and Instagram feed. As if that wasn't enough, you didn't even offer
me a drink! Not even water! All you tried to force me to have was some cake when
you knew I was fasting. At this point, I was livid. What kind of a pathetic
wannabe Yoruba demon are you? Seriously, your game is dead. After being ignored for almost 45 minutes, I finally decided that I'd been insulted enough. I
decided to leave but still it never clicked in your head that the hot sun was more than
enough to dry out my tongue. And the worst, After all I went through, you gave
me just 500 naira! I found out you were stingy as well. But like a good little
girl, I kept quiet through it all. You told me to call you when I got to school. I'm sure you knew that wasn't going to happen.
I'm so glad you never called again.
Indifference,
D.
