I was in food heaven. I shut my eyes as I munched slowly on the chocolate-coated cookie as the endorphins which are really just some things in our brains that produce pleasure effects, pumped waves of pleasure from my mouth to the rest of my body. From my deck chair beside my swimming pool, the sweet breeze that washed over face and through my thick afro was quite refreshing. My MP3 earpiece was stuck in my ears playing my favourite song by Lara George “Forever in my heart”. That was my recipe for pure bliss: my favourite song+ my newest tasty junk experiment + cool afternoon breeze beside the pool.
Suddenly my phone rang. Who could that be, destroying my perfect enjoyment? If it was a ‘flasher’, he/she was going to regret buying a phone! I picked the phone and pressed the green button. I opened my mouth to express my irritation when the person spoke first.
“Preye, it’s Chinonye. How have you been?”
“Chinonye? Chinonye Ibe, is that you?” I croaked in shock.
“Yes, Preye. It’s Chinonye Ibe.” Her soft, quiet voice came on, again.
“Chinonye, Jeez! Girl, it’s been like four years now! Who….how…hey, where are you now? Wow…Chinonye…” I was babbling now.
“Calm down, Preye. I’m in Port Harcourt now and I checked up your address. Can I come over to your house?”
“Can you? Are you kidding me? Should I get you a court order?” I hurried over my words, wanting to get them all out at once.
Chinonye laughed. “I’m coming over then. See you in a few minutes.”
My perfect world was instantly forgotten. Chinonye was one of my secondary school best friends. We had been a trio with Douye who was in Paris doing a course in fashion designing. Chinonye had been in Abuja studying psychology in the state university. We’d been best friends since JSS1 when we’d discovered we had the same birthdays. But with time, we’d drifted apart and now, out of the blue, Chinonye was coming over. Was this crazy or what?
I ran into the house and tried to arrange my perpetually scattered room. I hurried into my pink T-shirt and jeans and looked around the room. It was fairly arranged, not looking like a tornado had swept through it as before. I barely had time to hide my packet of potato chips in my desk drawer before my doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, I saw a young lady with red hair and sunshades the size of Texas. She was grinning widely. I started to ask who she was when she jumped on me with a fierce hug. Chinonye was behind her.
“Preye! It’s me, silly.” She said as she took off her sunshades.
It was Douye. I shrieked with joy and hugged her back, pulling Chinonye into the hug with one arm. I was ecstatic, that I was seeing my best friends again after four years of few and far between phone calls. In my head, the background music was Styl Plus‘s “four years don waka, we still dey carry go…nobody waka, nobody go solo…”
“I’ve missed us so much!” Douye said as the hug ended and the sound track in my head rolled to a stop.
“I met her in a shop just few minutes ago.” Chinonye explained to me about Douye’s sudden appearance. “And I brought her along. Port Harcourt is so full of everybody!” she laughed.
“I wanted to surprise you…I didn’t know Chinonye was in town too.” Douye said, settling down comfortably on my bed. Chinonye sat in the chair by the corner.
“Does anyone want a drink or something?” I asked.
“Please.” Douye said. “I’m dying for a chilled-”
“Sprite!” Chinonye and I completed. We all laughed.
I went to the kitchen and returned with a tray of drinks and a huge wedge of chocolate cake I’d baked the day before.
We chatted about old times and what we’d been doing for a while before Chinonye cleared her throat in just that particular way she does when she has something important to say.
I stopped mid-munch and swallowed the cake with a big gulp of my Fanta. Douye looked up at her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
Chinonye brought out a book from her bag and showed us.
“Have we forgotten this?” she asked. “We’re going to be twenty in a few months, girls. Did we forget ‘Pink’?” she asked.
Douye gasped lightly. “Oh my goodness!”