They’re right. I chuckle. The first time a man has disclosed something serious, it’s that he’s part-god. I start laughing wildly, and my friends exchange a look.
“Everything all right?” Anjie asks cautiously.
I try to stop laughing, but each time I think about the situation, a new wave of laughter hits. I fell for a god. A god who hates being a god. A godwho, if he can’t stop being a god, I’ll lose. The first guy I’ve been truly excited to date.
“My life is like a bad CW show,” I say through fits of laughter. That makes the girls go from concerned to laughing as well.
When I finally calm down, Sewa asks, “Are you sure you’re good? What if he can’tnotbe a god?”
“Then…I’ll try again,” I say, and Anjie all but hollers. “I know what I want in a partner. I’m sure I can figure things out.”
The past few months have been a rollercoaster, but I can confidently say I’m not who I was at the beginning—I’m better for it.
“Thank god we’ve stopped the ‘I no longer believe in love’ thing,” Anjie says, and I roll my eyes.
“Since I’ve stopped, you have to stop pretending you and Mike aren’t a thing,” I fire back.
“Here we go.” Anjie sighs.
“Did you know she’s going on a reality TV show with Mike?” I say to Sewa.
“Wait, what?”
“Moyo!” Anjie yells, trying to push me over, but Sewa blocks her.
“Well, Moyo should tell you how she and Niyi were fornicating on the couch yesterday,” Anjie counters.
“Anjola, one matter at a time,” I shush.
Sewa laughs at our bickering. “Guess now is the perfect time to tell y’all I dropped out of grad school.”
Anjie and I freeze like it’s a game of Simon Says.
“Yep. Decided right after Thanksgiving break.”
“Spill,” Anjie demands.
I ask, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted to sort things out for myself…” Sewa begins.
For the rest of the night, we take turns sharing the eventful, dramatic moments of our lives over ice cream.
30Moyo
EVERYTHING REMINDS ME OF HIM. AND I HATE IT.
Well, that is not entirely true because I’ve spent the day sprawled on the couch, reminiscing about our time together. If I truly hated Niyi, I would’ve gotten the couch replaced, or at least cleaned to rid my comfort zone of his scent. But I can’t because it’s been only two days, and I’m trying Anjie’s whole “feel your feelings” thing, so I miss him.
I miss Niyi. And I’m learning that’s okay. It’s not a moral failing. I’m not weak. I just miss the man I was falling for, who has somehow fallen off the face of the earth. Not that I expected him to show up at my house boom box-style, but the silence has been unpredictable.
I wonder what he’s up to? Is he truly going to relinquish his powers? Or is this his way of ghosting me?
The questions crowd my mind, and unlike most situations in life, I don’t have any answers. But like I told the girls, I’ll be fine. Niyi or no Niyi.
The doorbell blares, launching me out of my moping. I pause the afternoon’s background movie,Saw, and slowly get off the couch. It isn’t until the second ring that my curiosity piques.
Could it be Niyi?I know the girls aren’t coming over, and I didn’t order anything. A spark of hope begins to crackle.
