I had a best-friend once. She wasn’t Yoruba, I wasn’t Edo and it didn’t matter.
She looked like me… or so we were told when she transferred to my school in senior year. After a brief study of each other’s faces we agreed that everyone else was seeing things; we looked nothing alike. But a seed was planted and our friendship blossomed.
Three years passed pretty quickly and we got into the same Varsity. Schedules, classes, new-friends came in and we didn’t see as much but when we did, we stumbled into catching up on each others lives: She wasnt sure of her course, the girls hated her; she had a crush, his girl-friend was abroad… I didn’t like my course, CU Boys were retards… We laughed and talked till early hours on those days.
The day came that I met the boy… and I saw what she didn’t. I saw his interest spike… An interest in me. He began to appear everywhere. There was nobody to speak with… Nothing much to tell and yet there was everything. One day, he asked if we could meet up… get my room number, ‘I like you a lot’ were his exact words.
I told my friend, my best friend in the whole world, everything he said. “I told him no. I’ve being avoiding him, but yesterday a girl came to look for me and was…” I never finished the sentence.
A slap here and a slap there. “slut!” “Bitch!” “Back-stabber!” She pulled at my top when I tried to run… tore it right off me. Then punched me in the stomach. I doubled over, coughing blood. Who was this monster? I saw her pick something… There was a sharp spasm of pain and I knew no more.
I saw white, I saw cards, i saw flowers. Heaven, I thought, about time too… Till the head ache came. I lifted my arm to check said head and I saw a tube disappearing into my skin under a brown slab of plaster. Confusion reigned. A part of my head was shaved off around what felt like a deep groove. It hurt to touch.
What had happened to me?
A lady in white soon appeared. She seemed happy I was awake “you’re lucky you didn’t break anything… A fall from the second floor is not a joke.”
She never came to see me, my best-friend that is, never sent a card, never said sorry…
I had a best-friend once… She could have killed me over a guy.