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Port harcourt is an electrifying city. It’s so lively and always buzzing. The street is filled with cars, honky sounds in all parts of the city— it’s like everyone has someone to go to, dull moments of any kind. On Fridays, you see the corporate workers, in a pub, club or bar, enjoying themselves. Appreciating what they had to go through through the week. It’s the usual, and you’d love it if you were part of the setting.
This is the port harcourt you see if you are also an outgoing person. If you aren’t, then you are me. You are indoors everyday, working on your laptop, trying to set the everyday schedule of a narcissist boss, and also managing the account of another small artist. Not just that, but you have to deal with a nagging girl like you, because she is heading the planning team for a small event coming up next month and you are supposed to handle the social media campaign.Life sucks when you are me. I live in a self-contained living room and a bedroom. And alone I must say. I love my space and from experience, living with someone is a whole lot of life I don’t want to experience again. All my roommates from university were a Lot of drama so I don’t want to experience such anymore. Living alone is a lot. First you have to think of what to eat, cook, laundry, and cleaning has to be done alone. It’s a lot but I will always pick it over sharing my space with someone else.I live on the other side of port harcourt, where things don’t bubble here. It’s a nice environment, an estate, mostly for people who appreciate serenity, silence and peace.I don’t always have somewhere to go aside from visiting my friend and my boyfriend who recently broke up with me.I have just spent the last two weeks trying to bring closure to what happened between Bolaji and I. We met during a team call for the campaign of wema bank last two December. It was Christmas and everything was bubbling. He was the one handling the campaign from the bank side. So we always have meetings here and there.
I got his dm one day after the meeting. We just rounded up a team member and he came into my Dm to appreciate my creative ideas and all. I got that a lot.But Bolaji was different, he didn’t just drop at the usual praises, he kept pulling me in to really want to know me. At first, I thought about what he wanted? I understand it’s port harcourt where men approach you a lot but there is something about Bolaji. We kept talking and over the last 2 weeks, we have got to know each other better. We don’t chat during the day as we are mostly busy, or let’s say he is mostly busy. I now plan my chat with him alongside my routine everyday. We mostly talk in the evening, when I am trying to relax and be done with work. The first time we met, it was at a bar, a few streets away from where I live.
It was on a Friday, Bolaji was dressed in kaftan, stressed a little bit, but was still able to have a fun time with me. He is tall, dark, with full beards and there is something about his smile, not so wide but it’s like you can really know why he is laughing. He is definitely a yoruba demon.One thing I admired about Bolaji was how easy he was to get me laughing, he is always throwing jokes here and there, making it a hard one to know when he is serious and all. Our thing moved a little bit seriously and I found myself visiting Bolaji every weekend. It’s to escape the boredom I feel every weekend and the anxiety. Bolaji is a person who is gentle, very accommodating and also able to take care of me.
But as much as I expected Bolaji to be interested in my future, thinking back to how we met, I believe he wasn’t interested in my growth as a person. So I had a kind of reservation toward him in that aspect. Rather than dwell on it, I started to look for solutions myself. That's when I stumbled on my ex status on WhatsApp, about training for a virtual assistant. I contacted him and through that we got talking again. It was plain and he was helping me get clarity on how to move about my career.
I was distracted, I think one thing about women is having men that lead them in aspects of their lives. They would really enjoy that. That got to me and my ex invited me over to his house which I stupidly went to.I reckon that if I don’t, he won’t invest his time in my training again.One thing led to another and we made love.For a bit, I was fighting a guilty conscience. Though Bolaji and I aren’t really in a serious relationship and we just vibed into what we are. I felt I still cheated.
The weekend I was with Bolaji, I couldn't hide what happened from him. Rather than stomach the unfortunate experience, I confessed. I told him everything and he was very mad at me.He told me never to come see him again and we are done.I went back to my place, wanted to text him on WhatsApp and noticed I had been blocked. It was a whole lot for me, I wasn’t able to focus on work for a while. I was dejected and lonely.I don’t have anywhere to go and I’m back to being an insider.