The Adebiyi Chronicles:Laparascopy

As I dey lydon for bed, na so I dey tink……….

Life hasn’t been this harsh to me in a long, long time. I probably had my worst result in my education history, my dad keeps on telling me how unserious I am (you guys should’ve been there when we told him my result, the reaction was epic), and my social life was like playing on the expert level of hangman to say the least (if u win that, go to hell!!!). Everybody then went back to school early January, so there was no reason to stay at home. So we were already planning to get back to school before the resumption date. However, it was that time that the strike decided to start and my laptop just got spoilt on the Friday before the strike started. The hustle was bad! But among all the events that occurred in 2011, nothing weighed me down more than the result of a simple hospital test that my mother took.

#nw sitting on my bed, put a pillow at my back & stretched my leg out with a troubled & thoughtful face while talking to one of my best friends who just stepped in. He wanted to hear me out……….

She had been complaining of different types of stomach pains whenever she had finished eating. It was funny because the pains were irregular; she didn’t complain all the time. I initially thought that it was a problem that deworming would solve (-_-….as in!), but she started feeling weak and tired, and worms in your stomach don’t do that (not that I know of). It was surprising because she hadn’t done anything strenuous. However, when she woke up she was fine and the night was normal, cooking dad’s food and shouting at me and my sister to come and clean up the kitchen. However, time went by and she started complaining more, with no irregularities. The moment my dad heard her complain he literally sent her to the hospital. When she complained to the doctor (after years of waiting), they said they were gonna test her and look at her organs since there were no problems physically (and there were no worms! WTF was I thinking?). They found out something I didn’t want to hear: appendicitis!

I don standa cuz I wan serve my guy drink wey I get for fridge. My guy open fridge see Hennessey, come dey whine me say make we pop am. Ehn chaply go coffee shop buy sprite so we go mix with the henny. We con settle down……….

The doctor said it was in its early stages, and the stones were still kinda weak. However, they needed to be removed, whether it was strong or weak, I didn’t care. The doctor looked at me and said: “There is no other way but surgery”.

If fireworks were blasting before when I heard the news, it probably caught something on fire by mistake when I heard that word. Surgery! Nah, I heard something else. Despite that fact that I knew that’s what she was gonna say, it was still kinda demoralizing to hear. My mom is gonna go under the knife. We had no choice but to find where we are gonna do it.

The first thing my sister said was “The UK” or “Yankee”! (-_-) I concluded she was mad when she said Austria. As expected, my mom was just thinking “Where will I do this surgery?” disregarding my sister in the process obviously. Then my mom called her sister, who was a doctor. The talked on the phone for days, looking for places where she could do the surgery, while me and my sister was thinking how we were gonna do a night vigil the day she was gonna do the surgery (#nw wondering when last I prayed…..smh).

We eventually found a place in Lekki phase 1. The place was owned by a pro surgeon. The place looked modest to say the least, not that I was expecting anything but the fear I had made me think of things that I normally wouldn’t think of. Anyway, we dropped her off at the hospital with her sister and our family friend (another doctor! Where my mama find these pple sef?). We talked for some time until we figured it was time to say goodbye for 2 or 3 days. She was gonna do the surgery in the morning around 8. I probably wondered what I was gonna be doing at that time………..

 My mom just called. We talked for a few minutes, rejoicing about my dad fixing the cars. She couldn’t wait to go out on Saturday for a friends party she was attending (original owambe!!!).

I love my mom!

We don tire to de sidon, we con notice say na 5 o’clock, so we go kit up go play ball……….

L8a peeps!

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The Memoirs of The Bells: The Concluding Answer

As my PC has risen from the dead, so has Life Through my Waters. From the depths of lappy troubles , I’ve thrown myself back into the blogging world  with my second post on the site from “Memoirs of The Bells” known as………The Concluding Answer! Have u gotten it like me before? Read and find out…………..

It’s funny how someone could decline from hearing a question. “Can I ask you a question?” NO! GBAM! It’s something that isn’t expected, a shock so to say. What if the person wasn’t in the mood? Okay…..that a bit understandable. What if the person is still traumatized from a shock, something that happened to a family member for example? Very understandable. But!, what if the person knew the question you were asking, and didn’t want to hear it? That’s something else. It’s normal but it’s still unusual. In most cases, the person probably didn’t want to hear the question because of the answer he or she may give. It may be insulting, foolish, sarcastic, or the person may not even know what the answer was. In my case, what happened to me was kinda heart-breaking, cause it was a question that was really, really important to me at the time. But not only did she give a negative answer without even saying it, she didn’t even want to hear the question! “Sorry but, I don’t want to hear the question”…..I can remember the words like it’s a punchline.

I’m not mentioning names so ill refer to the person as T. We knew each other since primary school, (although I spent only a year there), and then we also went to the same secondary school. We weren’t actually that close but we still knew each other well enough to say hi when we see each other and have a nice chat (mostly in the music room).  However, that all changed when I went home in my after my SS1 (Grade 10) second term for the holidays, I sent her a request on Yahoo Messenger, and she answered swiftly. From there we started chatting non-stop, typing as if we had assignment to submit the next day. Then we exchanged numbers. Those days night calls were the shit (although it still is, but not as bad as before). We talked and talked and talked. It was so bad that when we had nothing to say then one of us would play music and keep the phone close to the speakers of whatever we were using to play it until something came up. Yes, it was that bad!

It didn’t stop there. When the holidays were over and we came back to school, we never stopped finding ways to talk to each other. At times it was hilarious. Since we were in school band we used to chill after rehearsals in front of the music room and talk. Those days we just couldn’t get enough of each other. When we went for competitions, I would reserve seats for her to stay beside me so we could talk more. At times it was like we were addicted to each other’s voice.

After months of constant talking, she began to trust me with her secrets. She was telling me what she thought about guys and what people were saying about me in girls school (Yes u did!), particularly after that! incident (if u were in bells and u don’t know what I’m talking about, u dey carry last). I started telling her some things too, things I wouldn’t tell any average girl or average guy.

Then it hit me. The fact that I have never had a girlfriend in my life rang in the ears of my brain anytime I wanted to talk to her. My closest friends were saying the same thing. “This girl is all over you”, “You can’t chyke a girl forever o!”, “By the time you’ll overchyke her and she says no then you will know”. I initially thought that we were great friends and I could keep it that way, but I also wanted to know how it feels to have a girlfriend by my side. Unfortunately, the last quote among those three turned into reality. Now I know!

Another holiday came and the same habits of the last holidays ensued, but since she travelled, we talked mostly on the internet. Then I decided to ask her out during the grand Christmas party we had at the end of every First term.

After another term of talking to each other, the Christmas party came (we called it cp). We were together for most of the party, so I planned that when the party died down that we would sit down somewhere and start spitting my lyrics (Yes, I had those). But the matrons ended the party early and we left the hall together. I felt that I couldn’t leave her alone that night without asking her out, so when we were walking back to her dorm, I told her “Hey, can I ask you a question?” She paused, looked at me vigorously and said those words: “Sorry but, I don’t want to hear the question”.

My world just stopped right there. My mind literally paused! I didn’t know what to think. My brain just couldn’t process it! I was confused…………….

I told a few of my friends that ill pop the question that day, and they were asking what the answer was. I told them she said she’ll think about it. I had to lie to them to save face. She bounced me without telling me no! Wow……

Life moves on, and we hardly talk nowadays but we still cool. But since when she said that thing, we never talked the way we used to. I feel that I lost something in that, but it was strange to me, talking to someone who said no to me, particularly when I found out that the time she said those words, she didn’t know my question until she told the story to someone else and the person told her my intentions. The person then told everybody while we were talking  about girls in class! The person knows himself.

Shout out to T tho, u were an amazing friend those days and I still miss the closeness we had back then. If I had the chance to go back to those days when we talked till we were dead, I would, but the past is the past, and Life is a bitch!

That’s it for the return of my blog to the live stream. Next week I’m gonna drop a post from “The Chronicles of My family” titled Laparoscopy. U really don’t wanna miss this one. Cone back next week Thursday!