The Journey of a Waiting Girl - Naya's Story


The Journey of a Waiting Girl - Naya (27) Tech Sis.

Two months to turning 25, I still had never been in a serious relationship. So when I met Gerald in a virtual internship, my friends, Kim and Chiazo said; give love a chance just this time, looking me in the eye and willing me to consider it.

I like to be sure about serious things. 

He called every day. So everyday, I picked up the phone and answered the same questions. On days, he didn't call, he sent text messages. I let him. We liked the same things: God, books, music, history. 

The day he asked for a relationship, I sat on the bed staring at my phone. My younger sister, Kosolu, bumped into the room from the kitchen with her loud music.

  "You look confused, Naya, what's up?" she said laughing but I sat still, not turning to look at her.

"Gerald wants a relationship," I murmured. 

She stopped laughing, a huge silence hanging above us.

"Virtual relationships, Naya? No. You may not like him when you see him. Does he have a steady job? What if he lied about himself?" 

Kosolu asked questions I didn't have answers to.

A few moments had passed before I noticed my heart heaved in panic. I couldn't think.

But I would be twenty-five in a month and Kim and Chiazo said there was no harm in trying. Kim said we had a matching chemistry. I agreed to a relationship with Gerald on a Saturday. I had just finished laundry and was at my desk taking my SQL class when I decided to call him. I didn't even know why I agreed. Maybe because Chiazo and Kim said I could give Gerald a chance so that love would find me. I didn't remember the bold banner at the Western door in church that read, God is Love.

We met seven months later in a quiet outdoor garden in Abuja. He wore a  beige Polo on denim jeans and a vintage jacket. He was not so tall like in the pictures but he was reasonably okay. His 5ft 9" would complement my lithe 5 ft. 4". Although he was very slim, he could still add some flesh and muscle. 

In the coming months, when mama sarcastically asked if twenty-five was still too young to marry, I didn't stop eating or pretend to be looking up something really serious on my phone. Instead, I smiled or shrugged my shoulders. I was in a relationship now and it was only a little while before I told Mama. So whenever Kim or Chiazo asked, "How's Gerald?" I felt butterflies.

In two years, I was done with my NYSC, gotten a job. Gerald was done with his Masters and building his dreams. Like Kim and Chiazo's idea on giving love a chance, I did give and this chance was not to be.

I'm twenty-seven and single again. I'm not doing any trial and error again. 

Aunty Cherechi still calls to ask if the fine picture of me and any guy on my status is the one she has been waiting to see. I'm baffled, she's even more worried than mama and I'm wondering if I should be worried about that. But I'm not worried, I'll still attend the tech event I have coming up on Saturday, each day working out my dreams and finding God's purpose for my being here.



From: The Journey of a Waiting Girl Series

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