For Wale Taylor My First Love
For Wale Taylor, My First Love – Part 6
Years passed and before I knew it, I was in the University of Minnesota studying English. My mother was not happy with my chosen course of study. She could not understand why I would waste my brain to study English in America.
“My friends’ children are becoming Doctors, Pharmacists, Bankers, Lawyers, but you… you had to choose a course that will never bring money. Nitori Oloun, whatever happened to studying courses with real professions, like Accounting? Law. Banking and Finance,” she shouted one day when she saw my acceptance letter from the University.
“Mummy, I told you. I want to become a Journalist. Most professional journalists start off with studying English.”
“You want to be one of those pretty show girls without husbands that read the news, abi?” She had sneered. “Anyone can do that. That is not a real profession o. That is a hobby. I didn’t leave Nigeria for you to come and waste your life on a hobby.”
I shrugged my shoulders, internally perplexed at how snobbish and ignorant my mother was for one who claimed to be a Lagos socialite.
As a freshman in the University, I was introduced to a “Fun-filled” America. I now held a job at the School Library and had the money to spend whichever way I wanted. I had a car, lived in my own apartment and had numerous friends so that life was never boring. I also dated casually. Boyfriends came and went. I became so pre-occupied that my correspondence with Wale had completely halted after he had failed to reply my last three letters. His last letter stated that he had passed his final exams and that he was planning to take residency at the Lagos University Teaching Hospital at the turn of the year.
Ten years had passed since my family and I relocated to the States. Before I knew it, I was wishing all my friends and loved ones a happy new year for 2003. The years had passed quickly, and my thoughts of Wale had declined. If ever I thought about him, it was because I was curious to know who and what he had become. I wanted to know if he had changed, if he had become the Writer he always wanted to be or if he was now a Doctor, if there was any hope of an attraction between us if we ever saw again and if he would still think I was his girl. So much had changed with me, and I knew it probably had changed with him too. I had lost all of my angular features. My head was definitely in proportion with my body, and my acne was forever gone. My lips were seductively pouty and although no one could really describe me as beautiful, at least I could consider myself an example of a young, attractive Nigerian woman.
I had gotten a job as an assistant producer for the weekend evening news. It was at a local news station in Minnesota. I arrived early at work and was about to start setting up for the female Anchor when my cell phone went off.
Staring at the unfamiliar number that flashed across the screen, I mentally debated on picking the call or not. It is said that one phone call can suddenly change a life forever. I hit the talk button and discovered too late that the call would alter my life path in such a pivotal way that I would wish years later that I had never picked up the phone in the first place.
I started. “Hello
(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 every THURSDAY.
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