Someone Like You

I laid on my soft bed in an upward position. My eyes gazing steadily at the OX white ceiling fan. It whirled slowly, slicing through the still air. It made sounds; it groaned like a man in pains. I watched the blades with keen interest. Slowly, they would run after another in futility, trying to catch up, to meet up, but it wouldn’t. Isn’t that how life is? You run after something which seems so close but yet so far away, you will never get hold of it.
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I hear he is getting married today. I hear he is tying the knot with Uloaku. He will walk down the aisle in such righteous gait. The congregation will look at him. They will admire his suit, his well trimmed beards and his gentlemanly disposition. But none will perceive his wicked heart. They will not believe he can kill even if I told them. Yes! He can kill- not an animal nor insect but a human being. Anyone who could break a heart that loves, so easily, so effortlessly can achieve anything malevolent.
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I imagined how he will dance at the wedding reception. Will he throw his arms simultaneously into the air whilst slowly tapping a foot in front of another? Or will he cover his left eye, encircling it with his left palm whilst staggering like a drunk?
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I imagined the music he will request of the DJ – will it be one of Nigeria’s latest music? No! The recent Nigeria musics have no information to pass on. No morals to uplift. Just some cacophonous mutterings peppered with loud banging rhythm.
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Mba! Nkem happens to be culturally conscious. But the thought of Onyeka Onwenu’s soothing music, Fela’s thrashing singles or one of the ’60s highlife music blaring through the speakers came as a funny thought. It was completely out of place in this recent time and day.
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Will he ever remember to tell the DJ to play Adele’s ‘Someone Like You?’
Will he dance to the slow rhythm and enchanting lyrics, oblivious of the sweet memories of the song?-
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‘i heard that you’ve settled down
‘dat you’ve found a girl
‘and you’re married now
‘I heard that your dreams came through
-‘that she gave you things, that I didn’t give to you…’
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Will he remember that it was this same song that played on his little cassette player the day he disvirgined me? If only he will remember how he took my nipple into his mouth; the manner and ease with which it went in. The way his tongue made circular motions around the tip of the little thing which shared resemblance with Aki Igbo. The way he cupped my soft breasts in his strong palms. You smile whenever I called you Nkem, my own. I never knew another woman somewhere called you Nkem and maybe you would smile too.
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Will he also remember the uneasiness I felt? The manner with which I retreated backwards at every single thrust? The soft moans. The sweaty bodies. The feeling of sweet – painful pleasures. The stain on the bed- my blood; viscous red- it spread across like an open book. Then the climax. My virginity was gone!
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I immediately became livid. This burgeoning anger engulfed me. I felt it build up – slowly, then raucously, exploding like a molten magma.
I wanted to get dressed- wear the green gown I wore on our first date. Walk into your wedding hall, just in perfect timing when the Priest would say-
‘Is there anyone here present who knows of any lawful impediment why this couple should not be joined in the sacrament of Holy matrimony, let him or her speak up now or forever remain silent.’
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Yes! I imagined myself walking up to the altar in the righteous gait with which you did. I will violently take the microphone from the Priest and I will speak up. I will tell the whole congregation how you disvirgined me, how your seed and the few minutes of pleasure produced a child- your son; a boy you promised will call you father.
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Chukwu agaghi ekwe. I shall not disrupt your marriage. I shall not be an impediment to your happiness. The law of love frowns upon it.
They say ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’. I am not that woman. I refuse to be likened to that scorned woman wherever she may be. I am only heartbroken.
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This night, I shall play Adele’s ‘ Someone Like You’. It will be my lullaby. A soothing song that shall lull me to sleep. I will not be lost in thoughts and fear. I shall forget you. Our son will heal my wounds. I shall tell him about his father- how he left his mother for another woman. But then, he will be another man’s son and I will be another man’s wife because we shall find someone like you, someone even better.
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And I shall change his name from Omekannaya to Obioma. Because he shall not behave like you- his father But shall have a good heart; a heart which cannot hurt.



12 thoughts on “Someone Like You” by Aluka Igbokwe (@Alusdagreat)

  1. nice! i like the way she handled her heartbreak…with grace and maturity…

    1. Thank you so much for reading!

  2. Sometimes men make silly mistakes which they don’t plan making. This guy here may be wrong but sometimes, it shouldn’t be blamed on them all the time. There are just some relationships that are bound not to work out and even the partners know, but sex could walk in unplanned….

    I really love this story. How pathetic?
    Keep writing.

    1. Thank you so muich for reading!

      Yes! All relationships mustn’t lead to marriage. But then, we should reject the product(s) of our seed in such r/ship.

  3. Thumbs up writer… A real nice story.
    What a woman of substance,I really like her courage.
    #keepItUp

    1. Thank you so much for reading!

      That lady? Her type is very rare to find.

      I also think that sins of wrong should not beget revenge. And no, it doesn’t mean weakness but bravery!

  4. Chai….that woman is one hell of a f**king mature being!

    But, seriously, do priests still ask that bla bla question of if anybody knows whatever?
    It’s crazy….

    Nice one, I like.

    1. Thanks so much for reading!

      Yes, you’re right!

      Haha, ofcourse, they should ask it and they actually do ask it. They are following due process.

  5. Kool. Love the way you brought this out. Love the progression.

    Not everyone can handle heartbreaks like this sha. She had no choice. She had to handle it dat way.

    Nice one.

    1. Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate!

  6. Wow! This is a nice piece. I like it. This is a story any woman who has felt the pangs of heartbreak and betrayal can relate to. In the end life must go on. We must pick ourselves up and decide that we arent going to be utterly destroyed or devastated by the situation. We are going to live. Well done.

    1. Exactly! Whatever happens, life goes on. I love your take on this!

      Thank you so much for reading.

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