09 Oct

*dust cobwebs from blog* WOW! It has been a while. Some months right? The good news, I am back. The bad news, school is crazy and I will not be able to upload stories every week. Please bear with me. It is just for one year. Special thanks to my friend @ZaToothFairy for always helping me with the editing of my work and giving his opinions and advice. Y’all should follow him.

I wrote this story from a female perspective and I hope I did justice to it. Enjoy!

How did I get here? I think to myself. I thought they said lightening does not strike in the same place twice. Once bitten, twice shy and all that hogwash but not in my case. I have been fooled again.
I have been on the floor of my bathroom for the past 2 days. I am yet to move an inch even as the stench of the mixture of sweat, tears and dried mucus starts to get offensive. I do not think I have the strength. I sit here in shorts and bra as I wait for Efe. I wait for her to come soothe my pains. She walks into the bathroom asking me for the charger of my cellphone. I shout at her asking her to go look for it herself.
I feel stupid. How can I shout at her? How can I shout at someone who had been there for me from the moment Tobore sent the message. A message ending our 3-year old relationship. Tobore described our relationship as quicksand. He said he felt himself sinking so fast. Sinking so fast. How is that even possible? How does one sink? Nothing makes sense right now. Efe had dropped everything and come to Lagos from Calabar just to console me. Why should I shout at her?
She walks into the bathroom, I guess she has found the charger snorting and wondering, “who sits in their bathroom crying for 48hours?” Purposefully, She runs the bath as she unhooks my bra, pulls me up gently and pushes my shorts and panties down. Still in thought I step into the bath, imagining how it would feel to drive a knife through Tobore’s heart. His heart? Who am I kidding? I am sure he doesn’t have one. If he had a heart, he will not change his numbers. If he had a heart, he will not leave me out in the cold. He will not leave after all the plans we had, after all the promises he made.

Damn you Tobore! Damn you! Mother warned me about you. Mother did. She told me to tread carefully especially after my experience with Richard. She said you were too good to be true. I refused to listen. I disregarded her warning and felt it was just mother being mother. I should have paid more attention to her warning. I should not have gotten so comfortable only for Tobore to snatch the seat from beneath me.
I sit through my bath in a daze though. Efe patient as ever, is still there with me as I step out of the bath. She wraps a towel round me and pushes me gently towards my bedroom. The cold air from the air-conditioner touches my skin and gives me a chill. Similar but in no way near the thrill I felt the first time Tobore kissed me. Oh my God! He is everywhere in my head. I need to get him out. I have to get him out. Everything reminds me of him. Everything! Even Huggzy my beloved teddy bear has a stain from the red wine Tobore spilled on it. Gosh! Tobore, damn you! Damn you wherever you are. I gave my heart, my soul, my everything. Damn you!
Efe hugs me as I break into another round of tears. I hug her as tight as the radio on my nightstand whenever Hoobastank’s The Reason is playing. It was our song. I remember everything Tobore said the first time he played that song for me. As I recalled the tears flowed freely. This pain is unbearable, this pain is so intense and I just want to scream. I want to scream!
Efe withdraws from our hug, sits me on the bed and tells me she has to answer the door. lost in her embrace, I did not hear the bell ring. She leaves and walks in seconds later with my mother and elder sister. I get animated as they both rush to my side. I can feel mother’s hot tears as she hugs me. My elder sister who is a doctor sets her medical kit on the bed, brings out a needle, a syringe and withdraws the content of a small white plastic bottle. She injects me.
Seconds later, I feel dizzy. The pain starts to wear off, my words are incoherent. His face is the last thing I see as I drift away. I will get him. Some day I will make him pay. I will drive that knife through his heart.


Posted by on October 9, 2012 in Short Story


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26 responses to “Tobore

  1. banke

    October 11, 2012 at 9:51 am

    Nice writeup….rily rily touching 2 dose who has felt ds way b4 though. Grt dude!

  2. ella Mila

    October 10, 2012 at 2:35 pm

    Heart Of a Woman hmmm.dis says it all. Love ds.

  3. FiftyWebs

    October 10, 2012 at 1:26 pm

    Guuud Job brof!

  4. shinany

    October 10, 2012 at 12:20 pm

    Awww! Heart break! ……Nice one!

  5. isysdrain

    October 10, 2012 at 11:11 am

    Nice, really nice!

  6. anthonia

    October 10, 2012 at 10:44 am

    This definately what heart break feels like……Its sad …..Loved it!!!

  7. teekellz

    October 10, 2012 at 9:53 am

    Weyrey Boy!!!!!
    You really nailed it man, but please be careful in your tenses. You kinda mixed it up somewhere along the line.
    Loved it!!!!

  8. aud

    October 10, 2012 at 7:36 am

    Grt story,u made a mistake in ur lightening*. Nd next time,let a neutral person review ur manuscript. All in all,pls don’t stop, u’ll go far

  9. Timi

    October 10, 2012 at 7:30 am

    Two words: Nicely written.

  10. joshua

    October 9, 2012 at 8:33 pm

    Extremly impressive!!!

  11. amaka

    October 9, 2012 at 6:33 pm

    Speechless…good job..

  12. meg omotoso

    October 9, 2012 at 6:28 pm

    This is a hell of a story mehn! Raw and proceesed talent!

  13. cr8tivphenom

    October 9, 2012 at 10:01 am

    I can relate with this. Beautifully written. It’s like you were inside her head, inside my head. Its like you’ve suffered heartbreak, the kind that makes you take breaths that hurt. The kind that gives you heartburns. *applause* abeg!!!!


  14. Iamholukay

    October 9, 2012 at 9:47 am

    Epic as alwys,love d suspence cant wait 2 read the cmpletin part weldone bro u re b best @ dis.

  15. tosinOI

    October 9, 2012 at 9:43 am

    Nice read.
    Heartbreak is bad mehn 😦

  16. Anderson

    October 9, 2012 at 9:41 am

    Nice piece, short but told a lot..

  17. Anderson

    October 9, 2012 at 9:40 am

    Nice piece

  18. J Moks

    October 9, 2012 at 9:21 am

    Tolu is back? *blinks twice* Tolu is BACK!!!!!! *shouting in pinquay fashion* Nice write – up as usual. Pls don’t make us wait too long for d next one.

    P.S. I can still see some cobwebs dangling in dat corner der

  19. Aramide

    October 9, 2012 at 9:15 am

    Hmmmmmm. Tolu u re going places. This is awesome. Keep it up dear

  20. sandy3rrd

    October 9, 2012 at 9:11 am

    Cool story!!! Nice blog!!! U write soo well….Kudos bro!

  21. funmi

    October 9, 2012 at 8:35 am

    Tolu no jokes you have to write a book. Your style of writing is amazing.

    I love this really. Nice

  22. Vera

    October 9, 2012 at 8:28 am

    Good write up but I don’t think I can get this way over any man though, that’s why its good to take time off relationships after a break up, maybe she rushed in with tobore after richard left.

  23. Adedoyinsola

    October 9, 2012 at 8:17 am

    Wow my tolu has done it again……………..awesome as always,this is just d best blog ever….God bless u dear

  24. MafabaAlaso

    October 9, 2012 at 8:14 am

    Sch work u say? U just dey start. U neva see anything.

    Nice write-up.


    October 9, 2012 at 7:58 am

    Keep up the good work bro. Enjoy ur assignment filled break to the fullest.
    Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

    • Joy Ikwu

      October 9, 2012 at 12:06 pm

      Are you in d creative writing class! If not ama send u to tsaioor MYSELF! Me likey!


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