Transatlantic Sweethearts

Transatlantic Sweethearts

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Transatlantic Sweethearts

‘I’am standing on the Nicon Hilton hotel now, on top of the parapet roof overlooking Abuja skyline…” Stephanie Nwuba babbled hurriedly fighting the chill that came with increase in altitude as she looked for the best position to place the mobile phone on her hand. She had just closed from work and was hence wearing only a silk purple blouse and a skirt, no match for the lingering harmattan cold. “Where are you?”

“I’m on the top of the Chrysler building…” came the muffled male voice on the other end of the line. “I’m guessing you just came back from work?”

“How did you know?” she squealed. “You’re not back are you?”

“No!” he chuckles. “Its to 12 over here and since the time difference between Nigeria and Newyork is 6 hours, I guessed it would be about 6…right?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

Then there was awkward silence for good 2minutes.

“Hap-“she began.

“Happy valentine” he interrupted. “Sorry.”

Then they laughed hard.

“I hope you know we are wasting you airtime.” She said seriously at the setting sun.

“Nothing is a waste with you.” Came his reply.

“How are your slave drivers, I hope they still pay your feeding and wardrobe allowances.”

“Yes.” He replied in an amused tone.

But she wasn’t. “They know you’re asthmatic right. I will not accept your dead body if that’s what they ship back for me.” her tone became deadly. “I will not.”

“I know and they would not. I love you babe.”

She was hysterical now. “I know but will that be enough?” tossing her fear of heights to the wind, she began to pace the rear distance of the flat-roof. “I don’t know if I can wait for seven years Jide, I waited for you all my life. All through secondary school for you to realize that you were in love with me. it wasn’t until you got that internship from hell that the scales mysteriously fell from your eyes…10years Jide, 10 years!”

“Stephanie…”

“I feel myself die each day Jide. You remember Halima, my friend…” she didn’t wait for him to concur. “She got married 2years ago. I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want any awkwardness in our relationship; it is already awkward by itself. My friends’ advice me to have a fling; to keep my blood warm. They even warned me that with the way I was going, I could develop a tumor there, since I’ve never had sex before. I kept myself for you, for our wedding night and with each night the need kills me…” her voice falls to a desperate whisper. “It’s been 4years since last I saw you Jide. Are you really alive? How I’m I not sure those white men programmed your voice-“

“Stop it Steph-“

“I can’t concentrate in church anymore…I swear, I feel you touching me…I even…”

“Yes.” he finally said in a heavy, guilt-ridden voice. “I have those kind of dreams about you too.”

There was a pause, then a burst of laughter. Deep heartfelt laughter that resonated with hers even though they were thousands of miles apart. Peals of laughter that cleared the pregnant tension in the air.

“Look at the setting sun Stephanie.”

Still with the phone in her hand, she did.

“It doesn’t matter how far away from you that I am, I am still there with you.” She chuckled derisively. “Is it not the same sun that is in front of you that I’m looking at?”

“Look, your wise words-“

“There is no wisdom about it. I love you Stephanie Nwuba.” He said firmly.

“I know, but will it be enough?” she demanded wistfully.

“Maybe not, but hopefully, this will.”

“What?”

“Turn back toward the door you used to climb up.”

When she did, a uniformed man with a cap that had the letters ‘FEDEX’ boldly printed on his cap and shirt was waiting for her.

“Are you miss Nwuba?”

She nodded in surprise.

“This package…” he brandished a neatly wrapped box at her. She took it and tore it open layer by layer ignoring what the delivery man was saying until she found a small box. “Was sent from NewYork two days ago from one Mister Jide-”

“OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD!!!” She squealed and melted to the ground in sheer glee with the surrounding sky-scrapers as witnesses. It was a miracle that neither the box fell from her hand, nor the phone from her ear.

“Just sign here.” The man produced and sheet of paper that she couldn’t read and she signed without paying attention to what she was scribbling. “Thank you for using our services-” the man was saying.

“Open the box…” the voice on the phone was saying.

She was excited and terrified of what might be in the box so she hesitated.

“Do it…”he urged.

“What is this?” she asked stupidly.

“Babe, I’m on my knees a thousand miles from you in a land where they don’t understand the concept of mind your business…” he was saying as she half cried half laughed also on her knees. “Open it.”

As she did, he continued. “I have held up your life for four years now, hell forever, now I want to give you a choice. You can walk away and I know you’d find more deserving men than me. Will you marry me? Will you wait for me 20 years more?”

“Yes…yes…I will.” She replied ecstatically.

There is a long pause. “like this time next year, would that be too early for you?”

“I don’t understand, I thought you still have 6 years over there as an intern…”

“Shush. I’m leaving them. I’ve worked with them long enough to get any job I want in my motherland. Plus I miss your ofensala.”

She was laughing in tears now. “But there are African restaurants-”

“None of them make them like you.”

“I love you.” She says in amazement of it all. “I always have and I always will.”

“As do I my love. Now my family must have their fun.”

“I don’t understand.”

Just then she heard loud chattering from the stairway that led to the first floor. She heard the distinct drawl of his elder sister…and the Yoruba accent of his mother…and the bellow of his father…and the cackles of his twin younger brothers.

She had been ambushed.

“My God, you planned the whole thing!” she accused as his entire family came forward to embrace her.

“No we did.” Claimed his father boisterously, puffing his chest through his suit. “We would not miss our son’s engagement for anything!” his mother came forward to hug her. “Welcome to the family.”

“We heard everything…”Ayo, the first twin was saying.

“Yes oh…” Kayode added enthusiastically, throwing an arm on his brother’s neck.

“You heard everything.” Stephanie muttered in shock.

Ayo brandished an ipad with Jide’s live rueful face. “He’s using an apple app to talk to you, so we used skype to stream his-”

“Leave this place!” admonished Jide’s Father. “Don’t you have innocent maidens to spoil, it is valentine after all.”

“Don’t mind them.” His Mother came and placed an arm around her. The reception is downstairs, your friends and family are around.

She still couldn’t believe it. “He planned all this… what if I said no?”

Her new sister in-law took her other hand. “Well we knew you didn’t want to remain a maiden forever.” She said as they escorted her to the stairs. Then she added in a whisper. “As for the abstinence thing, I have some herbs that could help you…”

Stephanie was too elated to be disturbed by her in-laws antics. She was glad she hadn’t broken up with him, because that was what she thought was going to happen. Maneuvering her hand into her bag, she retrieved her blackberry and removed Jasper Okomudo from her contact list. She didn’t care if she grew cobwebs down there or it closed up entirely, she wouldn’t need his services anymore. She won’t be having dinner with him either, she had her engagement party to attend.

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24 thoughts on “Transatlantic Sweethearts” by TJ Benson (@jazz)

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    Carlobasi (@Carlobasi): Writer - 7676 pts

    I’m laughing reading about the intrigues. Good. Keep it up.

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    Olaedo (@Olaedo): Senior Scribe - 26957 pts

    I loved this a whole lot! The engagement had me cheesing all through.
    Then, the Jasper twist? Didn’t see that coming :)

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    topazo (@topazo): Head Wordsmith - 58959 pts

    Awwwwww..so romantic
    This is a nice piece

  4. Profile photo of schatzilein
    schatzilein (@schatzilein): Scribe - 11970 pts

    This so so sweet…

  5. Profile photo of katiee
    katiee (@katiee): Junior Writer - 4346 pts

    i liked!

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    Mimiadebayo (@Mimiadebayo): Head Wordsmith - 211421 pts

    rily cool. Good write.

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    Ellie (@elly): Writer - 9142 pts

    SOOOO sweet, I loved every bit of it. You did well, Kudos!

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    Myne (@Myne): Senior Scribe - 29153 pts

    Lovely, but by the end, I was wondering if it was an excerpt?

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      schatzilein (@schatzilein): Scribe - 11970 pts

      U r welcome

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    Eletrika (@babyada): Wordsmith - 36413 pts

    Interesting! Just wondering how many of this kind of relationships still exist. You did well with your write up.

    Well done.

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    Jaywriter (@jaywriter): Junior Writer - 1801 pts

    Even though it seemed like there were a few clichés, but the ending was very very nice. A very believable ending. I hope spiders don’t make it to her cobwebs before he comes homes.

    Keep it up.

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    howyoudey (@howyoudey): Head Wordsmith - 97670 pts

    @jazz, the more powerful scene, in my opinion, would’ve been if Jide himself showed up behind her. Would’ve accomplished two things: blow her mind, and scratch her itch. Family members, no matter how good-intentioned they are, can’t do that, jare. Good piece, though.

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    innoalifa (@innoalifa): Head Wordsmith - 111162 pts

    @jazz … a good write…

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    aniefiokitong (@aniefiokitong): Junior Writer - 2925 pts

    It looks so real,I enjoyed reading this.

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    EXCELLENCY (@excellency): Scribe - 13125 pts

    a sweet short story… well done!

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    lawore olufemi (@laworemike): Senior Scribe - 24298 pts

    i enjoy reading this from a-z.check some typo errors. nice work

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    Olan (@Olan): Scribe - 15363 pts

    sweet, i cant believe a guy wrote this. kudos

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    Joey (@brizio): Junior Writer - 2432 pts

    I think just grew a vagina reading this piece. There’s still hope for romance after all. Nice piece.
    @howyoudey that was the end I expected as with 90% of readers I’m sure. So for me, he killed with the ending, Introduced a new character and have his readers wanting more.
    Beautiful.

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    lelouch (@lelouch): Scribe - 18224 pts

    It’s quite good. Not very shocking but still pleasing. I don’t want a sequel. As it is, it ends with a ride into the sunset. If you did a sequel, you’d have to add conflicts and trials.

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    Mobolaji (@Mobolaji): Beginner - 504 pts

    I liked :)

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    TJ Benson (@jazz): Junior Writer - 4921 pts

    You guys are awesome, actually making me feel like a writer @howyoudey that would be the cliche of cliches which our Nigerian films are fond of @brizio is actually right. @lelouch don’t worry, no sequel, i let my xters finish off their business where they want to and they did. @olan i become my characters, the line between acting and writing is thin for me.

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    Tola Odejayi (@TolaO): Wordsmith - 37105 pts

    This was really beautiful, @jazz. I loved the theme of love holding strong across distance, and the ending was very sweet. Well done – please accept 20 points from me.

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    purpleribbon (@purpleribbon): Newbie - 480 pts

    Nice, well written

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