A DREAM INDEED!
“I
told you, one day you must be my wife.” The just wedded Dabo cheerily
‘reminded’ the bride as he stepped forward to kiss her as instructed by the
officiating priest, immediately after the exchange of marital vows by the
partners at the altar of St. Martins’ Catholic Church, Ibadan situated in Oyo
State, Nigeria, and eventually grabbed her lips by his.
“One day I must be your wife?” the bride
Sandra thought, starring the groom in silent awe as she reciprocated to the
warmth kiss, managed to grin while trying to recall the occasion in which the
dude made such a statement that wasn’t just optimistic but authoritative.
She kept recalling the remark as they
departed the altar for their seats right in the church. As she continued to
make frantic effort to recollect a bit of the moment when he tendered the above
utterance that could best be described as ‘weird’, she remained moody, seemed
lifeless but pretended to be observant as she keenly fixed her gaze, albeit
perturbed dazzling smile, on a procession comprising the congregants that were
headed for offertory. As she thought over and over again, but couldn’t come up
with something reasonable, she glanced at Dabo who was seated right beside her,
turned to the procession once more and proceeded with her fake smiling
countenance.
Dabo, on his part, never knew he had made
an expensive remark while at the altar, thus little did he know how thoughtful
Sandra was at the moment. To him, the utterance was meant to serve as a
reminder, unknowingly that there was never an event he issued such words to
anybody in his life.
Sandra was a schoolmate of Bisi whose
parents lived about five yards away from Dabo in one of the prominent streets
in the city of Ibadan, Oyo State. Bisi only came to the street to spend some
time with her parents when she had a semester break or any other holiday that
worth spending outside her school premises. In one of her breaks, she thought
it wise to spend the holidays with her beloved friend and course mate, Sandra,
thus she decided to take her home having sought her parents’ consent.
It was exactly the break that succeeded their
third year’s second semester; in other words, they just rounded off their three
hundred level, and couldn’t wait to embrace the last lap of their academic
pursuit that was meant to commence precisely in seven weeks time.
It would interest you to note that Bisi had
long been a secret admirer to Dabo’s personality. The latter was a practising
journalist who had rightly carved a niche for himself as well as written his
name in gold in the profession. As a promising and successful bachelor, he had
told himself that he need not make mistake when it called for settling down,
thus he had decided to remain very careful in relating with individuals of
opposite gender. He never knew Bisi admired his person despite the numerous
passes she had made to lure him into her net, probably because he was a very
serious-minded human being who didn’t pay much attention to side attractions.
The
first day Dabo caught the sight of Sandra when he was driving home on one
fateful day after office time, he instantly developed a soft spot for her. On
that day, which was the very first day she came to Bisi’s place, both ladies
were taking a walk along the ever-busy street to pick some food items from a
certain shop situated towards the extreme. When he saw her, having developed an
abrupt interest in her person, he didn’t know how best he could approach her,
knowing fully that she was apparently the best friend of a lady whom he hardly
noticed her presence in the street.
It wasn’t that Bisi possessed indecent
attitudes, or lived a wayward life; the truth remained that Dabo was not in any
way attracted to her, perhaps owing to the instructions of his spirit he
invariably listened to.
“Hi dear!” Dabo exclaimed as he walked
up to Bisi, the following day after he sighted her alongside Sandra.
Bisi was standing alone at one of the
shops in the street trying to purchase some stuffs. She felt so elated
receiving a pleasantry from a man she had longed to be under his arms.
“Helloo..” She responded in a jiffy,
smiling.
“Please, can I have a word with you?”
Dabo requested as he stepped further.
“Why not?” she cleared, ignoring her
initial mission in order to pay him an undivided attention, hoping to receive
good news in the process.
“I saw you with a lady yesterday,” he
hinted. “Please, who’s she?” He frankly inquired, though cheerily.
Bisi instantly felt disappointed over
the unexpected question, changed her mood. “Was that why you called me?” she
said, sighed and turned her back on him.
Little did he know that that was the
least of the question the lady expected to hear from him, thus he was put
totally off-balance by her sudden reactions. He had only saw as well as treated
Bisi as his fellow dweller, but this very response of hers had sent a strong but
contrary message to his senses. “I am so sorry if I have hurt you.” He tendered
as she backed him.
She hastily turned to him again.
“Please…,” she urged, gesticulating. “Leave me alone!”
At that juncture, he needn’t be told
that all wasn’t well, thus ought not to wait for anyone to interpret the
scenario. In view of this, he majestically took his leave, hoping for a better
day.
Days passed, Dabo tried to utilize other
avenues to disclose his good intention to Sandra but all efforts proved
abortive as a result of the barrier set in by Bisi, the aggrieved party. Bisi had
vowed he would never get the attention of her friend; hence, she employed every
means to actualize her motive. One of the mechanisms she used was that she
misinformed Sandra that Dabo was a womanizer.
In the process of hoping to receive
positive reply from Sandra having eventually tendered an unalloyed proposal,
Dabo had a very memorable and pleasant dream. He had dreamt of an occasion
where he had a date with Sandra and in the outing, he told her, ‘one day, you
must be my wife’. Luckily for him, his dream finally came to past as God would
have it.
So,
right there at the altar, he was actually reciting the contents of that lofty
dream he experienced many months back, unknowingly to the bride, Sandra.
After the church service, they left for
the reception hall. Therein as they were seated in their separate wedding
seats, Sandra who couldn’t wait to verify the origin of the statement asked him
when he once said she must be his wife someday.
“Don’t mind me jari..,” Dabo responded
hesitantly, though cheerfully. “I just recited a dream.” He informed, tenderly
holding her left arm as he looked passionately into her moony eyes.
On her part, she grinned, felt so
elated and relaxed. Sure, she ostensibly needn’t the interpretation of the
so-called dream.
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