For Wale Taylor My First Love
For Wale Taylor, My First Love – Part 3
The next few months went by quickly, yet slowly. Sometime during all that depressing chaos, Wale had turned seventeen and I had quietly clocked fifteen, uncelebrated. I had lost a precious Father who unknown to me had suffered from epilepsy all his life. My mother said he had not had a seizure since their wedding day and was unsure of what had triggered the attack on the day he died. He hadn’t been on his epilepsy medicine for a long time. He had assumed he had outgrown the disease. We buried him at the age of 54, amidst high pomp and festivity, typical for a Lagos socialite. So many activities buzzed all around as my family prepared for Daddy’s funeral, but it went by in a haze, as I was still lost in the suddenness of his departure. However, throughout the turmoil, I remember Wale being there for me. We never really spoke, but he was physically and emotionally by my side – a strong pillar whose presence soothed me all through the painful ordeal.
It had been three months after Daddy’s funeral when I noticed the pile of green passports on our dining table. “What’s going on?” I asked my mother who was busy searching her huge handbag for something.
Eyes puffy red from constant crying, my mother had replied, “Our appointment at the American embassy is tomorrow.”
“What? Why?” I had stuttered.
Mummy had not bothered to explain further. She was lost in her mourning for my Dad and I was lost in my own fog, unable to comprehend that many changes were about to affect my Family.
I cannot remember going to the American embassy till date. However, I do remember the trip back home in the car, and my mother saying that Daddy would have wanted us to make the move to a new country with his sudden demise. I also remember my brothers nodding their heads in agreement. Dad was gone, and they didn’t want to stay in a country that would remind them of how much they missed him.
When we got home, Wale was already at our front door. He greeted my mother and when we had settled down from our trip, he gently took my hand and led me to the kitchen.
“So, it is official. You guys are leaving the country.”
“I am not going anywhere.” I shook my head vigorously, unable to stop the tears that were already seeping out of my eyes. “I am not leaving you.”
He smiled gently, wiping the tears off my face. “This is not about us. This is about what is best for you and your family.”
“Well, I am not leaving.” I replied stubbornly.
“It will be good for you and your family. It will be a new beginning.”
“I don’t want a new beginning without you in it,” I was weeping furiously. It suddenly felt as if I was losing him to death, just like I had lost my father.
“I will always be here for you. I promise,” he said, holding me close. “I will always love you.”
He kissed me again – a gentle brush of lip against lip. He was seventeen, I was fifteen – and in spite of our young age, we understood the powerful depth of the promise he was making to me.
However, nothing in the world could have prepared me for the hurtful words that would soon test the strength of our commitment to each other. (To be continued)
For Wale Taylor, my first Love is a romance tale celebrating first loves everywhere, it will published on femme lounge in series bi weekly
Writer: Lara Daniels is the author of Love in Paradise and Love at Dawn. Learn more about her and her works at http://www.laradaniels.com/ or follow her on twitter @LDparables and @laradaniels