BN Prose: Dedication To My Ex by Franque

He got his things and left.
At the door he hesitated, like he wanted to say something, anything. He swallowed hard, making the lump in his throat bob up and down, and ran the fingers of his right hand through his thick hair. This was awkward. Really awkward.
He had stood at this same spot countless times before doing the same thing, almost the same thing; leaving.
In the past it had been leaving for work, the mall, his own apartment, a myriad other places, but always to return. She would lean forward and kiss him, lean into the kiss, leaning against him. He would hold her briefly before releasing her with a promise to see her soon.
“See you soon,” never “bye-bye”; bye-bye is so final.
Not today though.
Today, it was bye-bye. Fare thee well.
The sadness in her eyes before she dropped them to the door handle tore at him.
Again he tried to speak, and again he failed. He still stood there as the door made the slow journey towards him. The soft click as the latch engaged, the wood inches from his nose, the blur of his vision, they all spoke of the finality of this departure.

“How did I get here? One day I was minding my business, being the cock of the walk, next thing I know I am standing here in her doorway feeling cuckolded. As close to a feather duster as they come.”

He had met her at a friend’s birthday party in August of last year. He had arrived at 4pm, the time on the sms he had received inviting him. There were only two other people there: the celebrant, Tari, and a girl he had never seen. He thought it odd as he was tight with Tari and they travelled in the same circles, so they essentially knew the same people. They got introduced, she was Tari’s childhood friend who had left the country just after secondary school, and only come back for the National Youth Service program.
They had hit it off immediately. He was drawn by her wit – the way she could turn a phrase, keep a straight face with only the gleam in her eye to give her away when she said something deliciously mischievous – and her looks did not hurt either. He spent the entire evening by her side, only leaving to get them drinks and some barbecue, each time he raced right back.
They had kept in touch after that and had gone on a few dates. The more time they spent together, the more there was to her he realised.
Infatuation. That is what friends had called it then, but it did not matter to him. He had found someone who totally got him.
They just started going steady. No words said, no questions asked. They just went from friends to lovers.
He spent a lot of time at her place, she had a place of her own while he still stayed with his parents. The arrangement worked for them. They spent almost every free time together, and there didn’t seem to be enough of that. He had work,and she had… Well, NYSC.
Tari’s birthday the next year was almost as much about them as it was about her. Tari didn’t seem to mind.
He was teased by all the guys, and the girls ooh’d and aah’d. The heat he felt behind his ears most of the night was not from the alcohol, he was sure. She seemed to be enjoying it, laughing and teasing her friends right back.
So how come just a few weeks later he was standing in this place?

They had gone away to Badagry for the weekend to mark their first anniversary. They had the whole weekend planned: tour of the slave island, walks on the sand, swim in the sea, fish, coconut milk and sex on the beach. He had a surprise for her and could not wait for Sunday evening to share it with her.
The weekend progressed almost exactly as they had planned and, for a fleeting moment, he wondered about it. Things do not usually just fall in line like dominoes.
Sunday evening came and he went for a walk by himself on the beach to get his nerves under control. This was a big step he knew, and despite feeling like the right thing to do, he still had a niggling doubt so he went for a walk to clear his head.
He let himself into the chalet with the electronic key. He was about to call out her name and turn on the light when he thought he heard voices. He stood there, a frown on his face as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He picked his way across the siting room, and it was not until he reached the bedroom door that he realised he was walking on tip toe and holding his breath, a frown creased his forehead.
They had agreed on no technology beyond electricity and air-conditioning. They had not even turned on the television the entire trip.
He stood in the doorway and listened to her wrap up a phone conversation. He caught the tail end of her her part of the conversation, and each word he heard her speak cut him. As quietly as he had come, he went back out. This time the walk was longer. He could not help thinking about dominoes all the time. It must be how crushed he felt.
Dinner was a sombre affair. He did not raise what he had overheard, but she seemed to know; she would not look him in the eyes. On the drive back to Lagos, he kept his eyes on the dust and asphalt straight ahead, unseeing.
Back home, she made a few attempts at conversation, but each one fell flat. Finally she rounded on him.
“Just ask, dammit!”
He did not intend to make this easy for her, so he just stood there, hands shoved into the back pockets of his brown khaki cargo shorts, his back against the wall. He stood there watching her for what seemed an eternity before his lips parted and a croak he did not recognise said “So you packed a mobile phone…”
She launched into a story of a fiancé in South Africa who was no longer in South Africa; he was back in Nigeria. They had gotten engaged, but had separated two months before she came back to Nigeria. She had been torn up about their separation, but now he had followed her back to Nigeria in the hope that they could deal with their issues. And yes, she still had his ring.
His chuckle startled him as much as it confused her. Without a word, he walked into her room. Her room. He was surprised at how quickly it went from our room to her room even in his head. To her credit, she stayed away from him. When he came out thirty something minutes later, he was still wearing the grey polo-necked shirt and brown cargo shorts. He also had his backpack slung over his shoulder.

As he turned and walked away, a question popped into his head: “What does a guy do when he finds out he was in a relationship with a girl who didn’t exist?” “He got his things and left.” His phone vibrated in his pocket and even as he reached in to get it, he had a suspicion who it was.
“Hello..”
“I am sorry…”
“Me too.”
Silence. He pushed the ‘end call’ button and slipped the phone back in his pocket, hitched his backpack up a bit higher, pushed the gate and stepped out onto the street.
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“If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullsh*t” This is Franque’s creed. A pretend writer and a pretend flier. He wings his way through life, enjoying whatever life brings. Follow him on Twitter @franque_521
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65 Comments on BN Prose: Dedication To My Ex by Franque
  • bukky September 11, 2012 at 9:20 am

    ooooooohhhhhh…..i love this.

  • nengie September 11, 2012 at 9:23 am

    He should have stayed!!!!!!! Given her at least a day to figure things out :(
    I hope this isn’t a story based on true events! Its just sad :(

  • chike September 11, 2012 at 9:24 am

    hmmm…nice piece love the picture used for this prose thats all I will say

  • bukky September 11, 2012 at 9:26 am

    forget about her, am available…..

    • Anon September 11, 2012 at 9:37 am

      *dead* lmao!!!!!!!

    • brittany September 11, 2012 at 2:40 pm

      hahahahha ana so!!
      this is an awesome piece anyway….i love the end..if u cant dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with…..”

    • jennietobbie September 11, 2012 at 3:59 pm

      lmaooo!! Bukkkyyy

  • Chysom September 11, 2012 at 9:30 am

    I lurrrrvvvvv dis….. So sad, which kain bad belle ex be dat one na, spoiling such a beaurifulll thing! (Btw, it’s like I’m first oo)

  • mabijo4 September 11, 2012 at 9:30 am

    Waoh! It sure happens both ways. Insincerity in any relationship isn’t good. She obviously still likes the old guy and was buying time to take a pick. Feel for him sha. Loving someone who isn’t totally committed to you is a horrible pill.

  • kema September 11, 2012 at 9:42 am

    awwwwwww…….this is a beautiful piece

  • Priscy September 11, 2012 at 10:04 am

    awwwww…..I can feel his pain

  • kay September 11, 2012 at 10:23 am

    He shud hv given her time to think about it, maybe she would hv picked him…now we’ll never know….

  • bee September 11, 2012 at 10:23 am

    pllllsssss like men woudnt do worse . didnt feel this one

  • masked September 11, 2012 at 10:37 am

    this has got to be the best BN prose i have read lately…its so beautiful. Please dont act on the next girl with vengeance cos of this experience o…

  • bimbola September 11, 2012 at 11:00 am

    i really love this

  • Monica September 11, 2012 at 11:23 am

    sweet and sour…. dts life!!! abeg abeg my guy move on jare

  • faith September 11, 2012 at 11:24 am

    this ”ex” thing sha…see how he quickly returned to his ”ex” too…lol

  • ginger September 11, 2012 at 11:32 am

    **YIMU**…mscheewwwww! women are tamed to “hang in there cos all men cheat”, men on the other hand are shown consoled and shown empathy. nonsense.

  • nickyminaj September 11, 2012 at 11:36 am

    franque is writing again. how nice. he should have fought for her tho. love is a war zone

  • babylawyer September 11, 2012 at 11:52 am

    Franque you have been missed. Welcome back

  • bim September 11, 2012 at 11:53 am

    Lurve it… He should av chilled a bit tho. But I guess his pride was hurt and felt like a fool. There’s always the possibility of heartbreak tho, where love is concerned.

  • Karonwi September 11, 2012 at 12:32 pm

    Oh wait….did he also pack his handset???

    • ena October 19, 2012 at 5:56 pm

      no. his handset part came after they had gotten back home. love this prose!

  • Chattyzee September 11, 2012 at 12:33 pm

    Very lovely piece. I can definitely relate to this…. love is sweetest when it is reciprocal, if not, you are on a very long thing o. This is equally applicable to our relationship with God.
    http://dprodigalchild.wordpress.com/

  • bigbeiby September 11, 2012 at 12:33 pm

    beautifully written,love love love it!

  • Jewel September 11, 2012 at 12:57 pm

    He wld hv given her sm time to choose well n in d meantime ‘kill’ her with plenty love. His intense love can mk her forget her ex. Am talkin frm experience

  • Maame Aduako September 11, 2012 at 12:59 pm

    me likey

  • Chyoma September 11, 2012 at 1:22 pm

    Dat’s a lovely piece. Hpe z nt a real story

  • joy September 11, 2012 at 1:32 pm

    So he was wit his fone too and was feeling bad cos she packed her own??

    • Shai September 11, 2012 at 3:58 pm

      Am so sure you are on the wrong page…..Did you read the Prose at all. just asking?

  • sister in the lord September 11, 2012 at 2:51 pm

    Ouch! he was about to propose…..I love the picture used tho

  • Yane September 11, 2012 at 3:05 pm

    Beautifully written, i like it!

  • Queen September 11, 2012 at 3:12 pm

    I love this story. Will follow on twitter ;)

  • efe September 11, 2012 at 3:37 pm

    nice

  • jennietobbie September 11, 2012 at 3:58 pm

    Franque..you have totally microwaved my heart with this beautiful piece. Will follow on Twitter :)

    **the plot thickens with every rebound guy/girl**

  • Nne promise September 11, 2012 at 4:11 pm

    Lovely piece!Sori 4 d guy but love is never easy.

  • Purpleicious Babe September 11, 2012 at 4:22 pm

    i liked the piece apart from the packing of phone bit? I didn’t understand if the dude left her house or left the holiday resort? he asked her if he packed a phone but he also had a phone…???

    tough call, he was bruised best to walk away. Anyone that keep secrets from you any secrets “BEWARE” even if they claim to be protecting you, rather you say it and we will deal with it, and if i cant…@least you know what am about now.

    http://lifeinstagesdoz.blogspot.co.uk/

    • Bisqo September 11, 2012 at 5:15 pm

      On the drive back to Lagos, he kept his eyes on the dust and asphalt straight ahead, unseeing.
      Back home, she made a few attempts at conversation, but each one fell flat. Finally she rounded on him.
      “Just ask, dammit!”
      He did not intend to make this easy for her, so he just stood there, hands shoved into the back pockets of his brown khaki cargo shorts, his back against the wall. He stood there watching her for what seemed an eternity before his lips parted and a croak he did not recognise said “So you packed a mobile phone…”
      They were back from Badagry, (therefore left the holiday) already in Lagos at her place when he asked her about her cell phone. He then left her place and his phone was in his pocket (he may have packed it when he spent 30 mins in her room). When his phone rang after he had left her place, he immediately knew who it was. He may have taken his phone with him on their holiday, but I’m not getting that from what I read sha….

      • PH Boy September 20, 2012 at 8:28 am

        Don’t mind them, they don’t understand English. Nice one Franque

  • Joe September 11, 2012 at 5:59 pm

    Frank, the head of the guy in that picture looks like yours.
    I’m sure its a true life story too. Chai, you don suffer O!

  • chuba September 11, 2012 at 6:15 pm

    What a beautiful way to come back franque, please say u r back for good…
    This piece is had me hanging on every word. I loved the way the guy didn’t even stress himself or make too much noise about it, he gracefully accepted it and moved on.
    Sometimes life deals us some hard and unexpected blows but hard as it may be, the best thing to do is to get up and most importantly, keep moving forward.
    Bravo Franque

  • cathy September 11, 2012 at 6:27 pm

    wow! two way thingy

  • jmayaki September 11, 2012 at 6:46 pm

    this is same franque that writes for 360n0bs? splendid!!

  • Pendo September 11, 2012 at 7:00 pm

    awww i love it!

  • Mariaah September 11, 2012 at 8:00 pm

    I know this story… ThatsAll!!

    That ex shit is soo cray, you think you have it all figured out then it hits you like STORM!!

  • R September 11, 2012 at 8:23 pm

    Beautiful writing!

  • zoomzoomzoom September 11, 2012 at 8:58 pm

    Beautifully written!

  • Addie September 14, 2012 at 12:12 am

    Sad…the girl should’ve said something earlier on..

  • kenny September 15, 2012 at 12:06 am

    …Dat was really nice buh one tin is 4 sure: if d guy truelly love’s dis gal he would ave at least fought 4 ha…. Because anytin good is worth fightin 4…. On a second thought d guy might actually have a substitute waitin sumwhr or d “ex” factor applies! Thanks

  • qhaycee September 15, 2012 at 9:00 am

    i’d usu read and pass bt i’v got 2 say my mind. Let me issue a caveat,franques’ writin wd make u a slave 2 his everyword. I met franque on 360nobs.com.he wrote articles under a plethora of headings and d were all spellbinding.i dare say that of all d writers on 360nobs,franque had d most loyal readers.he always delivered by 7 am on friday.no stories.let me use myself as an example.it was a week 2 d almighty law school bar final and i was sittn in a vip revision class.i suddenly remembered it was friday & i hadnt read franque.i did.& it was hilarous enuff 2 get me guffawin in lafta in d midst of over 1500 tense law students. The headns under which he wrote his articles always touched a side of u,be it aviation(wch he happens 2 love dearly),fatherhood wt franque(this by far touched us all,franque loves his son,monc, dearly) and shaft. Franque never hesitated 2 share his family with us. His love for the father he didnt grow up,his mothers’ tough love and his close knit family,his deep seated pain that he wont be able to raise monc with his mom. Funny thing,is he channelled his fatherly love to his neighbours kid.when his schedule allowed,he was d resident school bus driver,chauffering his neighbours kids to school. Dear franque,i’v learnt to appreciate people who influence u positively.u’v thot me a million and 1 things.thank u 4 using ur gift 2 change d world a bit.if ds grinds u d wrong way,pls email ur anger-kimqhc@gmail.com.

  • Temmie September 16, 2012 at 8:03 am

    well said qhaycee, welcome back Franque.

  • Hilda September 19, 2012 at 11:44 am

    Aww, so touching…….hope dis is jst a prose and nt a real life story. Its sad mehn.

  • Semira September 19, 2012 at 11:44 am

    nice plot…sad though but very well written, i loveeee.

    Adding my two cents, i think the guy did the right thing by walking away. From what she said; she must have taken time out to think about both guys and opted for the first guy (the one in South Africa).

    Wonder why she didnt tell him about the other dude in the first place, that shows she had ulterior motives. Bad gurl :(.

  • Nikky October 2, 2012 at 11:55 am

    i am of the notion that everyone is fair game until a guy puts a ring on it, so i cannot say the girl was totally wrong to have still kept the other guy in her heart. I do feel the guy’s pain though, cos it seemed like he loved her alot and was probably gonna propose to spend the rest of his life with her. She was a tad wrong by not telling him anything about the other guy all dis while,&i get that he was crushed to find that out. However, if he still wanted her and knew she still wanted him,i think he shud hav given her time. But if parting was wot he felt was best…..then i admire d maturity and grace with which he did it.

  • Yvonne October 15, 2012 at 12:13 pm

    Lik serxli…she went as far as guin to badagry for an anniversary,she should haff just told d dude d story…common!

  • extemy October 16, 2012 at 5:27 pm

    dis is a beautiful piece…i still tink d gal shuld have informd d guy bot d other guy..d guy shuld have also waitd if he truly luvs ha

  • sweerymoi October 29, 2012 at 2:17 pm

    wow!simply breathtaking!, i guess love stories sound more interesting when it is’nt your story.
    I can imagine the kind of dilemma that girl would have been in before making that terrible decision not to think of the hurt the poor guy will suffer.
    Not all is fair in love after all.

  • sweerymoi October 29, 2012 at 2:41 pm

    wow!simply breathtaking!, i guess love stories sound more interesting when it is’nt your story.
    I can imagine the kind of dilemma that girl would have been in before making that terrible decision not to think of the hurt that follows suit at both ends.
    Not all is fair in love after all.

  • Debbie November 8, 2012 at 4:10 pm

    This is way too beautiful. You are a superb writer!

  • Annie December 2, 2012 at 12:04 pm

    Easier written than done. Don’t know of any man dt wud act ds way though. Nice ☺n̶̲̥̅̊ε̲̣̣̣̥.

  • oma March 5, 2013 at 10:33 am

    Simple english is no longer simple….sumtin 2 relate wit.Vry nice.

  • Amaka April 4, 2013 at 11:19 am

    Please complete this story!!! I liked it..

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