I am a dead woman on two feet going through the motions of life without emotions. I knew the right time to smile, offer a laugh at a joke, and give a hug to the kids. The right words and encouragement to friends and co-workers.
I was living each day with a happy and confident front fooling the world that all is well.
Babes where are you? A message from one of the girls flashed on my phone.
Me: At home. What’s new?
Hauwau: You are late for our hangout.
Me: Gosh! I totally forgot.
Hauwau: We are waiting. You can still make it.
I missed the hangout last week and did not even remember this week. I have been avoiding my friends. I did not know what to tell them when I was still trying to process the whole situation.
It has been two weeks but I still did not know what I wanted to do or go from here.
Me: Nah too tired.
Hauwau: Thought you’ll say that. We are at your gate.
I laughed. It sounded hollow to me. Only my crazy friends would not take no for an answer.
It was less than two minutes that the girls came in and launched their Mission Attack.
“Spill. Something is eating you up. We have given you all the time to talk. Before and after Paris.”
“You don’t want to hear it.”
“We do want to hear it. The good, the bad and the ugly but leave the sex out. We don’t want our ears to cringe. We are innocent girls here.”
“Blah! Say that to the gods. The things you do behind closed doors. Your grandma will be rolling in her grave.
“If she was not worse than us,” retorted Hauwau through her teeth but turned on me with a vengeance.
“Don’t derail spill.”
“You girls care for a drink?” I asked playing the role of a perfect hostess.
“Martini on ice for me,” Sa’a answered speaking for the first time since the girls came in.
“Does Atiku know you indulge in this?”
“Let’s just say it’s my little secret. A little alcohol now and then is good for the body. Kobahakaba?”
I went through the motion of laughing which was the normal reaction.
I also needed that martini and something stronger.
We moved towards the bar to make our drinks.JK never drank but had the bar full of every stocked wine you can imagine. Luckily he had friends who made good use of the drinks.
“What are you doing with that?” My two friends asked eyes round with surprise as I mixed mine.
“Whatever is going on must be bad,” concluded Hauwau.
“In all the years we have known you. You never have as much sipped on alcohol.”
“There is always a first time,” I answered sadly and blurted out before I lost the courage.
“JK has a son with someone else.”
The reaction from my friends could have won an Oscar.
I could not have imagined any scenarios that would shut the mouths of these women.
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