Chronicles of Jasmine 3

JAZ! You know with friends like you, who needs enemies, I muttered to myself. I heard that she says whatever Tobs, whatever!

Anyway sha, Marcus turned and tossed all night, he couldn’t sleep. I wanted him to sweat it up a little you know when men get it on a platter, they don’t appreciate it. The next morning at about 5.30am, I was feeling h….y, so I brushed my teeth, put back my necklace of the previous night and wore my sexy ‘very transparent night wear with nothing under and just strolled into Marcus room with out knocking.

I walked up to his bed and asked him to help me remove my neck chain with some mumbo jumbo about being too tired to take it off, the previous night, oh boy was he wide awake? The little man down there was crying for attention, I acted like I didn’t see it and sat at the edge of his bed, the rest like they say was history, he could not have enough of me.

We did not have breakfast till 12 noon and even that had to be room service! Every chance we got, we utilized, Tobs it was w-o-n-d-a-ful! Really Jaz even for you this is a wee bit too far. No, no, Tobs don’t tell me that crap about April being my friend. Some one did that to me too, so what goes around comes around, wait Jaz, you were not always this cynical what happened to you?

You know what happened to me, Greg happened to me. Are you never going to let that go Jaz? It’s been, what… 7 years? 8 years? Tobs… 8years? Look Jaz I think you need professional help. Really? Why do you think I come to you?

I think am a good listener and I don’t judge you, maybe that makes you feel safe and think what you are doing is right but honestly speaking I think you are gradually loosing it, Jaz and even though you call me your conscience, most times? I don’t feel like it, I said.

Anyway I got to run, my date would be at the door any minute so shoo… Jaz, let me concentrate on my evening. GREG? We definitely need to talk about I said. Well Cinderella just make sure you are not back before 12 mid-night and most definitely piss off your fairy god mother, Jaz says referring to my mum who she feels worries too much for some one Jaz believes is way past the age of monitoring.

Thank you ‘madam’ now leave I really must get ready for this date. Hmmm Tobs, you never still tell me wetin dey happen anyway, see you tomorrow. I definitely want all the Juicy details.

As Jaz leaves, I wonder how someone so sweet could turn out so ‘twisted’ and in some cases damn right mean. Yeah mean… Jaz can be very mean. I got to run, later, much later maybe not tonight because I might be too tired but I’ll let you in about my ‘date’.

Hmmm, where do I start? Is it the fact that we were almost robbed, myself and Temi or that he spent the greater part of the evening ogling me? The evening started pretty well. He came at 8.pm on the dot. As soon as the doorbell went off I knew it had to be him.

I called out to my mum that I’ll see to the door and that she should not bother. Another thing… I still live with my parents but I am looking for a place of my own to move into. Or what do you guys think?

Jaz thinks it’s disgusting; I still live with my parents because according to her, I’m too old and disgustingly rich to live with them. Maybe she’s right but I guess I have hesitated all these years because of the traditional believe that most men see girls that live alone as those with no parental guidance.

I guess I’m still old fashioned. Accordingly to Jaz, I live in the Stone Age and should get my sorry ass out of my parent’s house. What the heck I need my own place!

Sorry for the digression, anyway Temi and I got off on a good start. Like I said… until we got to CMS where we almost got car-jacked, if not for God and Temi’s quick reflex. The police really need to step up but then who can blame them, when they are underpaid, overworked and lack motivation.

Temi took me to a nice Chinese restaurant tucked in the heart of the island. It was a new place. I had never been there before. As soon as we settled down, he took my hands and looked straight into my eyes. His eyes pleading for understanding.

He said, “Tobs, I don’t know where to start from. I realize now I was stupid and careless. Yes, I am married to Funke, but I don’t love her”. “I still miss your presence in my life, your advice, care, selflessness, love, patience… I could go on and on”.

I even find myself comparing your cooking with hers’. “Tobs please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. One thing led to another… the next thing I know… we are getting married because she’s pregnant”.

“I know I have hurt you deeply. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”. As Temi went on and on pleading, my mind drifted to the past, when Temi and I were so happy. I was so gullible, believing the best of everything and every one.

Temi and I had been dating for five years. I turned he’s house into a “home”. I taught him how to cook, knot a tie, go to Church etc. Before then, all his 30 something years on the planet earth… he had only been to Church twice.

He gave me an engagement ring and came to see my parents, to ask for my hand in marriage. My pictures were all over his house. One would have thought that should be enough deterrent for any girl, but no… girls shop for men especially successful ones, the way a shark goes after it’s bait.

Oh yes, I’m a lot wiser now. It’s just that ever since Temi, I have found it hard to trust any man again. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. With all the “sexcapades” going on in Banks, various institutions and anyplace you can think of. It’s all over the place. In fact, the married ones are worse.

The way girls go after men now would make Delilah cruise with shame. Out of the blues I was rudely brought back to earth when I heard Temi say “I still love you. Would you consider having a baby for me?” I looked at him as if he had gone mad. “Temi” I said, “Are you ok, or maybe I have a hearing problem?”

“Did you say something about me having a baby?” He nodded his head, kissing my hands at the same time. I immediately removed my hands and told him with all the venom I could muster; “You, my boy have gone raving mad!”. Yeah, I have forgiven you. If I did not, I won’t be able to move on. It wasn’t easy and because of you, I have lost trust in men.

I guess you could say, you contributed immensely to my being single till date, but to have the audacity to ask me to have your child is like rubbing insult to an injury. Please if you have nothing better to say, then I want to go home. I stood up, Temi quickly stood up apologizing and reminding me that I had not eaten.
I told him I had lost my appetite. He kept pleading and apologizing profusely.

I looked around and saw that I was making a scene, so I sat down but not before warning Temi, never in his life to bring up such a subject. Afterall, he walked out of our relationship, not caring how it would affect me. I was depressed for two years. It almost killed me and now that I have managed to put myself together, he wanted to mess with me again? No way!

I warned him sternly that after this dinner, he should stay the hell away from me! After the outburst, my evening was pretty much over. I could not wait to get home. In between spoonfuls, I glanced at him and noticed he really did still have the hots for me, but I was not moved. When I remembered the pain I passed through because of him and how because of what he did, he almost ruined my life. I tried not to let the bitterness of the past overwhelm me.

I had prayed that God would help me forgive what I cannot forget. Time they say is a greater healer. This certainly was the case here, or am I kidding myself? It’s been 10 years now. Things just went downhill after that. Temi wanted to take me dancing, but I wasn’t in the mood. So at about 11.pm he dropped me off.

In the car, right in front of my parent’s house, he turned off the engine and turned to me. “Tobs” he started… I interjected saying; “Whatever it is Temi, I don’t want to hear it and please, if you have any more bright ideas about me having a baby for you, keep them to yourself. I’m really not interested”.

I got out of the car before could come out to open the door for me, and slammed the door. I simply walked into my house without looking back. The next morning a bunch of roses, champagne and a card arrived for me. The card simply read… “I am sorry…”

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