at the terminal

The next morning, very early in the morning, i took a quick bath and dashed out of the hotel promising myself to be strong and not to weep like a baby. i got to the terminal, there was a long cue of people buying their tickets, Y was one of them. He saw me at a distance, he did not smile, his eyes looked smaller and his lips just met themselves. He looked sad, as if he had given up. When i got close to him, surprisingly, we didn't say a word to each other. he bought his ticket and held my hand as he we walked close to the luxury bus.

Y had tears in his eyes, he kept pressing my palm, assuring me that we will still get together. I myself couldn't utter a word, i was too amazed to talk. i depended on him for strenght at that point. Before i could gather myself, tears started dropping. i kept cleaning them with the back of my right palm. He told me i was looking lovely. i had an orange shirt on, and a grey jeans trouser. He whispered into my ear that he was looking forward to my visit. That was my only hope. It was the only string that held me on thatt banana tree close to the cliff. i held on to that.

Y boarded, i watched him step in and i decided to leave immediately. He waved, i waved back and i left. i grabbed a taxi, got back to my hotel. Ibukun saw me. She had just finished having her bath. i sobbed and sobbed on her shoulders. She let me stay on and she comforted me. Ibukun was a friend!