I lay on my bed, my head supported in my hands as I stare at my phone waiting for his WhatsApp message. The plastered smile on my face was no indication of our ordinary discussion, after all,we were only talking about what we had done during our day. I had ‘met’ him a week and some days ago when he sent me a BBM request ‘mistakenly’ . I accepted for the fun of it. After confirming that I was not ‘the friend’ he had intended to add, he asked me if we should “delete or continue”. There was no harm if we continued and I told him so.
That first day, I found out that we had attended the same University,being in the same faculty, served Nigeria in the same state and lived quite close to each other. He had just lost his mother, I had just lost my father. He laughed at my jokes and I loved the songs he listened to. It was fate. I was hooked.
Slowly, my train of thoughts lead to those who had been deceived by their virtual friends. Did they ever imagine it was all a lie? Did they stop to think it might lead to their deaths or disfigurement? I shake off the horrible thoughts, he could never be that kind of guy. After all, we fight about irrelevant things like who woke up first, who can whip together a better dish, which TV programmes are the best, he is just a normal guy. I think I’m sure.
I smile as I imagine what would happen when we finally meet. Would he be fatter and shorter than I imagined? Would I be taller and darker than he imagined? I dread the day. But for now, he keeps me happily occupied and looking forward to something every evening. So, I choose to keep enjoying the loving company of my virtual friend.