Everything in my life is currently set up as if this is a temporary stop for me. I do not decorate my flat with permanent fixtures, I do not have pictures hanging on my cubicle wall in the office and my car is currently leased so is my flat. It's like it's set up to be temporary, like this is temporary until I get somewhere and in there, it will be permanent. Where this place is, I don't know. I haven't known where this place is for quite some time and still, I still live on the edge, like I'm getting ready to quit my life in 30 seconds flat.
Today I remembered another happy time in my life. When you get older some of your memories fade, you remember things in bits and even when you do remember it all seems like those events occurred to someone else. A better, happier, much younger version of you. But today I remembered a good and giddy feeling. I remembered my law school days. The days I was in love with this certain 25 year old boy and I was 24. Everything seemed to rise and set with his appearance. It was a good time.
I remembered spending one weekend spontaneously at Nicon-Noga Hilton Hotel in Abuja. I went in on the Thursday to see my girlfriend who was visiting one of her aspiring boyfriends. He had sent a car to pick me so I could keep my friend company while he left town on business. And in the elevator this man saw me and said, Hi, he asked me my name and we just exchanged casual greetings, as short as can be exchanged in an elevator ride. And then, I bumped into him again and told him what room I was in but my friend's boyfriend had only paid for the night. Just as we were about to check out, the hotel informed us that we could stay courtesy of someone. He, my elevator pal, had eventually paid to have us stay in the room all weekend, he took care of all our meals and paid for the cab back to school. My friends thought I was the shit. I remember how good it felt to wake up in the comfy hotel bed, with their luxurious sheets instead of in school in my twin mattress uncomfortable bed and to order room service all weekend. All this because he fancied me in the elevator.
Then, you move to this country and age considerably and no one fancies you. Not even a little bit. You become congealed lard.
Today I remembered another happy time in my life. When you get older some of your memories fade, you remember things in bits and even when you do remember it all seems like those events occurred to someone else. A better, happier, much younger version of you. But today I remembered a good and giddy feeling. I remembered my law school days. The days I was in love with this certain 25 year old boy and I was 24. Everything seemed to rise and set with his appearance. It was a good time.
I remembered spending one weekend spontaneously at Nicon-Noga Hilton Hotel in Abuja. I went in on the Thursday to see my girlfriend who was visiting one of her aspiring boyfriends. He had sent a car to pick me so I could keep my friend company while he left town on business. And in the elevator this man saw me and said, Hi, he asked me my name and we just exchanged casual greetings, as short as can be exchanged in an elevator ride. And then, I bumped into him again and told him what room I was in but my friend's boyfriend had only paid for the night. Just as we were about to check out, the hotel informed us that we could stay courtesy of someone. He, my elevator pal, had eventually paid to have us stay in the room all weekend, he took care of all our meals and paid for the cab back to school. My friends thought I was the shit. I remember how good it felt to wake up in the comfy hotel bed, with their luxurious sheets instead of in school in my twin mattress uncomfortable bed and to order room service all weekend. All this because he fancied me in the elevator.
Then, you move to this country and age considerably and no one fancies you. Not even a little bit. You become congealed lard.
Let us pray for happier days ahead.
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