Soon we got to ” bogobiri bar “ it was as earthy and good looking as I could remember. There’s always an air of relaxation, with sweet jazz playing in the background, it’s beautiful stone crested walls, palm tables, expressive paintings hanging on the wall and lovely comfortably cushions. We sat at our spot, that’s what we called it. It’s a table by the left corner facing the beautiful painting of Lagos lagoon. Olanna and I love the painting. Because we had different interpretations of it everytime. So we made the table in front of it our regular spot. As we got fully seated the waiter came to take orders. I requested for a glass of red wine, I always preferred a wine of Cabernet Sauvignon red grape. I love the dense, tanic rich taste. Though sometimes I take shots of tequila but this time I needed to be at ease. So I had a glass of fine Cabernet Sauvignon grape wine. While Olanna requested for a glass of “bloody Mary cocktail “ she preferred the peppery, soured alcoholic taste. I think it’s a fine drink but I always prefer my wine. As we sipped our drinks I asked ” what’s the deal with this guy? ”
Olanna Ugo: Ooh Vic! ( she’s fond of giving people nick names). Well that guy has a lot going, I tell you.
Lara Michaels: What’s up with him, what happened to his mum and wife? Please Lana just tell me all about him. I was really mean to him. I’m curious. I want to know what you know.
Olanna Ugo: Girl! It’s a lot. ( she’s already a little hammered as she’s a light- headed) Felicity his mum was drugged and raped so she lost it. It affected her reasoning, some nerves where jammed and she went crazy. If she’s left alone she tries to hurt herself, she attempted suicide severally. she’s been like that since he was fourteen years of age. He’s father couldn’t deal with the situation so he left Victor and Felicity and remarried.
Lara Michaels: Holy shit! That’s a lot. That makes sense that’s why he’s a psychiatrist. And his wife? Sara! Isn’t that her name?
Olanna Ugo: Yes! Poor Sara, she was coming from a friends, it was winter in Sweden.
I was surprised at the word” Sweden ” . so I cut in…
Lara Michaels: Sweden! Were they living in Sweden?
Olanna Ugo: He’s Swedish, he was a neuro surgeon in psychiatry, teaching the resident doctors classes when i was doing my fellowship in “Beckomberga hospital”, in Bromma, Sweden. So back to my story… On Sara’s way home she had an accident, it was a stormy winter night the roads were slippery and she was coming back from a friends party and as an alcoholic she was drunk and didn’t use her seat belt. So the damage was really bad.
Lara Michaels: Jeez! That’s terrible. Ooh my goodness.
Olanna Ugo: she had issues with her spinal cord so her legs are useless. But luckily for her are remaining senses are fine. And she’s a little bit of trouble. Even before the accident she was a difficult person. So Victor moved to Nigeria for a united nations job on mental health. We both accepted the job, he really wanted the job because he wanted to evince to the world that giving what you have matters. Me because I have no choice, I’m Nigerian I have to help my society.
I couldn’t stop thinking about everything. Joe showed up at Bogobiri bar, I think Olanna sent him the address. But they both pretended it was a coincidence but I knew it was bullocks. But at this point I didn’t care at all, all I could think about was Victor. How he was dealing with everything. How overwhelming it would be for him. Taking care of a sick mum and wife. I wanted to find him that night. I really wanted to. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was for being so insensitive. But I couldn’t, as I did not know where he lived. I thought to myself “maybe ask Lana since she’s pretty hammered”. But then he’s married and Olanna mentioned how difficult his wife was. I couldn’t do anything I just sat still left with my thoughts couldn’t make a word or move a muscle. The only time I moved a muscle and spat some words was when I called for shots of tequila. Somehow I felt I offended everyone even the day itself.
It’s quarter past ten and at this time Olanna and Joe (the artist) were all smuggling up, in the couch right behind. I think they were making out. I wasn’t so sure, I couldn’t look, I was married with thoughts. I could only hear their giggling and whispering. Well lucky girl Olanna, at least she found an item on her “sexket list”.
Olanna Ugo: Lara, Joe and I want to check out the hotel. I’ve heard the bed is amazing! ( she said with a bright smile, a wink and a raised brow)
Lara Michaels: I’ve heard as well. ( I said sarcastically with a smile and a grin on my face)
Joe( the artist): No really ! It’s nothing, we’re just going to do an artistic survey.( weird smiles)
I dragged Olanna aside, ” listen babe are you sure you want to do this. You just met him.”
Olanna Ugo: (smiles) Remember my sexket list? He fits into number 10 and number 15. So I’m so going to do him. Your girl is going to get laid tonight. hahaha..”
Lara Michaels: I know about it. But you’re drunk, I just wanted to know if you still want to go through with it.
Olanna Ugo: I’ve been depressed for 6 months because my boyfriend since high school which is your brother, left me for my 40 year Aunt on our wedding day. Told me even at 40 my aunt is still in shape and way hotter than I am. Even if she’s 10 years older than him. I’m trying to loose weight it’s not easy, it wasn’t my fault. You know I gained the weight after surgery. I understand that you’re just trying to be a good friend and looking out for me. But I would love you to stop looking at Joe with your judgmental look. And let me have some fun. I could use this!
Lara Michaels: Okay! I’m i i …I’m so sorry. I’ve told you how sorry I am about Philip. He has always been the spoilt one. I’m so sorry Lana about everything. Have some fun, we’ll talk in the morning. But before you go please give me Victor’s number. I need to apologize to him.
Olanna Ugo: Okay Lara I will . (she gave me his mobile number). Take care sweetheart.
Olanna and Joe left for the “Bogobiri guest house”. I suddenly felt an air of sadness. My own brother, broke my best friend into pieces. It was such a complicated case. The 23rd of April. A day my mum fervently looked up to. As a Yoruba woman, she planned the wedding for months wanted it to be perfect. She wanted to the whole world to know her only son was getting married. The look and her face when he dumped Olanna, my mum passed out. Literarily. On the floor of the church. She couldn’t bare the shame of her son leaving his bride on the altar, because of he claims he’s in love bride’s aunt. It was unheard off. She cried for months. And kept begging him to come back to his senses. Mum believed Philip was cursed, by a witch. She couldn’t bring herself to believe her poor little Philip would hurt another woman so bad. She went to different churches, sicking for some spiritual intervention.
But there was nothing wrong with my brother. Or perhaps there was, only not a witch’s curse. But a spoilt, selfish little brat inside of him.
I called for my third shot of tequila, and my thoughts drifted back to Victor. I thought of what to say when I call. I couldn’t think.of anything. But I still wanted to call, so I dialed his number. “Grr..grr..grr! Hello! Victor Schmidt here, who I’m I speaking with… Hello… Hello..”( the call cuts..) I was silent I couldn’t make a word. But I called again. ( this time I spoke)
Lara Michaels: Hey Victor it’s Lara Michaels. Lana’s friend.
Victor Schmidt: ooh hi, how may I help you?
Lara Michaels: Victor! I’m really sorry for how I reacted. I had no idea… I’m so very sorry.
Victor Schmidt: You sound weird, where are you?
Lara Michaels: I’m at Bogobiri bar, getting my grove up. You’re missing… Where are you?
Victor Schmidt: I see. Too much to drink I suppose. I’m at Bogobiri guest house.
Lara Michaels: What are you doing here? Ahh I see, you’re stalking me!
” I’m right behind you” he said, I felt a tap on my back. I turned around. “Ooh you’re here for real, what are you doing here.”
Victor Schmidt: I already gave my mum some morphines and sedatives. But I’m here because my wife threw me out! I couldn’t even drive here I was brought here by the poor Ucalegon.”Peter” he needed a place to crash after his house burnt to the ground, but couldn’t stay at mine as my threw us both out of the house.
I was shocked at this, ” my wife threw me out”. Why would his wife throw him out, I thought to myself. He called for a shot of tequila. And then he started talking about how difficult his wife has been after the accident. How she breaks things and had the worst temper. And sometimes he gets so overwhelmed he doesn’t know what more to do. I told him to change topics, as I could sense his wife’s topic upset him. Later he talked about his love for books, and apparently we both love ” John Green ” he admired how awesome he writes. I loved that he loved ” John Green “. “I have a collection of his books at home. But I have one here” he mentioned . “which one” I asked. “An abundance of Katherine’s” he replied. Ooh I don’t know that one, I’ve only read’ a fault in our stars’ and ‘Will Grayson Will Grayson’ ” I replied. Then I asked if I could see the book. We went into his hotel room together. We talked about the book. He opened a bottle of wine, we had a few glasses. We laughed a lot. He wasn’t as bad as I thought, I had thought to myself. He talked about my eyes how bright they are, and how he can’t stop staring at them. How in a long time he laughed for real. He moved closer and gently pecked me on the lips. I jerked away. Then reproached, pulled him against my chest and kissed him…
Did they stop there or they went further?. Find out on September the 23rd.. 😋
Word of the day “Ucalegon”