I sent Tayo messages reminding him of what we shared.
I begged him not to give up on ‘us’.
I loved him and couldn’t live knowing that he was with someone else …
On one of those nights when I cried myself to sleep,
my mum walked into my room and asked me what I wanted.
“I want Tayo” I told her.
… Phase Three
“ Dominic, Nigerians cannot be trusted” she said
“ They are known to take advantage of young American girls like you”
“Dominic, I hear that they are mean, cruel and controlling”
“ He won’t allow you any freedom…”
“ All he wants is a green card!”
At that point , I couldn’t take it anymore, I screamed and screamed!
“ mum you don’t even know him!”
I had met thousands of American men but none as decent as Tayo.
“ Mum, these are all cautionary “ Old wives tales”
She told me all the reasons why Owen was a better deal for me…
The more she tried to convince me, the more I knew that Tayo was the most ideal man for me.
We argued without reaching a consensus and I went in search of my dad.
I needed someone who could at least understand that Nigerians aren’t all that we hear that they are. He met my dean and he met Tayo too.
He saw the profound connection between Tayo and I and had taught me not to judge people by the color of their skin. After all, he also broke the status quo…
I knew that my dad would totally understand that this meant a lot to me. Its been eight months since I left Nigeria and nothing had changed about how I felt about Tayo.
Dad asked me to follow my heart…
I did. I sent Tayo a message on whatsApp. I sent a mail and a text message.
“ Tayo I’m coming back for us.
I love you and want to be your wife,
Please ask me again”
Still No reply … I was going to take my chance…
I arrived at the Murtala Muhammed International Airport Lagos unsure of my fate.
I walked out of the arrival lounge and he was there. Tayo was standing out there waiting to receive me. I ran to him like a little girl and he held me really close and whispered “ I love you”
I was going to kiss him but I remembered my Nigerian boyfriend.
Tayo doesn’t “condone” public display of emotions …
“ Nigerian boy!” I said. Happier than I have been in eight months.
The ride home was faster than it usually was . I wished that it was longer… my Nigerian family rushed out and I was squashed by their bear hugs. We all walked into the sitting room and everyone was there!
We had a great time with a lot of Jollof rice and my favorite drink; Zobo. I had never felt so loved.
At least not until Tayo got on his knees and asked me to be his wife.
I was definitely praying for the question to be asked but didn’t think it would happen this soon.
Tayo and I sat down in his car and talked about our miserable time apart. Our failed relationships and how we would be Mr. and Mrs pretty soon.
We talked about our dreams, hopes, aspirations, desires and we practically planned our wedding within the hour…
Orange and green are our colours
… To be continued