Today I ended a romantic relationship with someone special in my life.
Allegiance was swapped. Loyalty betrayed.
Yeah, I know I’m married but still somehow involved with Miss Greeny.
There’s something about her you can’t ignore.
Those eyes… Gosh!
I sat in the dark — lonely, strangely sad, reflecting on the beautiful times spent together.
I remember the nightly beautiful nonsenses — the necking, patting, and the kisses.
The Cubana drinks.
The joyful dances at Natives.
The beautiful nightly cruises on Third Mainland Bridge.
I remember the exciting early stages,
The days of adrenaline rush.
Hey Miss Greeny.
We met online and after checking you up — front and back,
I wanted you badly and decided to hustle for a piece of action.
A conversation ensued.
A few days into the conversation, we hooked up.
And on that same day, I took you home, and it was a smooth sailing experience.
I remember a return trip to Lagos from Benin a few years ago.
I was on top speed along the Benin-Lagos bypass.
A passenger bus suddenly showed up in my lane, also at an insane speed.
A head collision was imminent.
Then I thought. Fuck, let’s do it.
Few meters to the collision,
I changed my mind and swerved right sharply.
Suddenly, I was driving in the bush.
I wasn’t afraid, my two hands solidly gripping the steering.
I was in control.
Then I swerved back to the road after another 20 meters off my grid.
Instead of balancing on the road, I found myself on the other side again.
Strangely, I was calm and still in control, knowing I would come out safely.
I breathed deep and made another right swerve.
Now I hit the road, my speed lowering to 80km/hr.
Immediately I was on the road, I didn’t stop,
I moved on.
Throughout this ordeal and periods of uncertainty,
Miss Greeny, you were screaming Jesu! Jesu!! Jesus!!!
And when we finally came out,
You pecked me on my right cheek and called me a hero.
I also recalled a day SARS Police unit held us in a forest after Ogbomosho.
We were driving to Ilorin from Lagos.
Somewhere after LAUTECH in the midst of nowhere,
A SARS police squad vertically lined the road with raised rifles.
I usually don’t drive, Miss Greeny you know, like a gentleman when on a long trip.
So, I drove directly into them and they all dived off the road, frightened.
Except for the last guy who was ready to die.
He backtracked, jogged backward on the road, and aimed his rifle at me.
I remembered my career, destiny, and family.
I stepped hard on my brake and stopped.
Inside of me, I knew this was the beginning of the end.
Truly, for the next one hour, I was proving to them that ‘police is my friend’.
In this heated period between life and death, Miss Greeny was there,
And helped navigate that crisis that would have boomeranged into gunshots.
I recalled the day you were so sick, fragile, and couldn’t move again.
We ended up spending the night together in a gas station around Ikosi.
I also remember the day my car was towed from Third Mainland Bridge to my Okota home,
You were solidly there with me.
I recalled other trips around the country.
And especially within Lagos — Gbagada to Ikoyi, Berger to Anthony, Okota to Surulere…
Yaba, Jibowu, Ojuelegba, Okota, Isolo, Victoria Island,
And those endless trips to Sailor’s Lounge in Lekki.
Ah ha! Even to Lagos Business School in Ajah.
And encounters with LASTMAs, VIOs, FRSC dudes…
Miss Greeny was a perfect companion in all.
And today, the four-year-old blissful relationship glitched and came to an end.
We have come to the realization that we have different ambitions,
And maturely, we went different ways to pursue our dreams.
Thank you, Miss Greeny, for those four-solid years of exciting companionship filled with wild fun and laughter.
It was a cold dead night.
The August rain drizzled quietly.
I glimpsed into the world through the window,
Gazing into the dark empty space far ahead,
Lonely, sad, heartbroken, and missing my ex.
LSR 784 EJ.
My Army-Green Toyota Camry.
#EKO
