United Nations of Maga: Jos Girl & Philemon
Holiday is coming, holiday is coming, no more teachers cane,
no more morning bells; good bye teachers, good bye scholars we are going on a
jolly holiday, a jolly holiday. Lolll I know I must have butchered this song
but then who remembers every rhyme from primary school days? I have gray hairs
now abeg.
This is absolutely my favorite season of the year (minus the
cold weather). For some reason I always expect it to be magical and it has
never been except for them Christmas lights that be blinking pau-pau in my eyes
sha. That’s the closest it’s ever been for me but I continue to be optimistic.
So for my loving faithful readers who have asked for a
continuation of Jos girl and Philemon, Here we go:
My dear friend Golus (another nickname) was getting married
and yours truly was expecting a baby; some how I ended up not having anything
to wear and nothing I had that could accommodate my bump was stylish enough except for
one white dress that I had. I wasn’t so sure it was appropriate to wear white
to a wedding but this was a chiffon hi-low dress that didn’t “speak” wedding to
me so I decided to take the risk and wear it. I accessorized with green
shoes\purse\jewelry. My hair was looking good and yours truly was FLY! Until I
got to the venue, parked my car and was trying to cross the street. That’s how
one nonsense okada man drove past me shouting at the top of his concoction
lungs “na you dey marry, why you wear white”. Chineke!! Me I instantly did the “your
fada” sign at him. Can you imagine! This boy had the audacity to rubbish me in
public like that and couldn’t even do it quietly. Rubbish, nonsense &
ingredient! Ewu goat! Mchewww.
Anyhoos, I was enjoying the beautiful wedding when My Jollof
sent me a text
“Sav, guess who’s in my house?”
Me: Who?
Jollof: JOS GIRLLLLLLLL.
I was like OMG, where has she been? Meanwhile the three of
us were posted to teach in Port Harcourt o but Jos Girl & her hustle decided
she needed to be in Abuja where it was “happening”. So I was surprised to hear
she was in town, nonetheless I was excited because hanging out with Jollof
& Jos Girl meant correct gisting.
I decided to stop by Jollof’s house in GRA so I could see
Jos Girl. We were all very excited to
see each other and after all the ooing and ahhing over my bump and just
showering my unborn child with loads of love, we sat down on Jollof’s bed.
Me being me, I jumped straight to the point. Jos Girl, how
far now with Abuja now? Did you get a really good job or contract? Of course to
me I think having a job or running a business is the way normal girls do things
after college but Jos Girl looked at me like I was speaking Hindu. She was like
abeg Sav when will you grow up and stop being so naïve ehn? Work is for small
small girls in Abuja o, the big girls don’t work. They all have one maga or
another to take care of them.
Now, those who know me well know my eyes can do a whole lot
of talking that my mouth refuses to do. I was therefore speaking volumes with
my eyes. I said to Jos Girl: but babes, you already have a Sugar Boy/man (what do you call a 30's married man?) now ehn,
how many magas can one girl have? You already have one (Philemon) here in Port
Harcourt and now you are talking about Abuja. If you are not careful you will
become United Nations of Maga o.
Jos Girl: ahnn Philemon sha. Hissssssss, abeg Philemon is
small fish. All those small small N20k change that he gives me is nothing. I
need a man that will be able to pay all of my siblings tuition, help me get a
place to live and also set me up in a business. The problem now is I can’t
shake Philemon off me. He calls night & day crying that he misses me, he
needs me, he will do anything, I should take him back. I’ve told him severally
that this thing between us is over, and thank you to him for his help over the
years but It’s so annoying because it’s getting worse. In fact, the other
weekend ehn he showed up in Jos looking for me and my sister told him I was in
Abuja. He came to Abuja to look for me but after searching for 3 days with no
luck he returned to Port Harcourt.
At this point my mouth is open in awe of this never-ending
drama. My mind automatically goes to her baba & the fried meat, so I had to
ask if the fried meat has an expiration date.
Jos Girl looks at me solemnly and says : errm NO”. I was
ahhhhhh Oluwa mi oo. Omo yi ti rogo (My God ooo, this girl is in trouble).
Jos girl, how can you use something that has no expiration?
Didn’t you check with the baba when he gave it to you? So for how long will
Philemon the love sick puppy continue to cry over you? Chei this thing is
painful o. Very painful. Poor Philemon and double poor Philemon’s wife. She probably had to start running from church
to church, fasting & praying till she became bonga fish, all because her
husband got maga-ed. Jisos…. We women can suffer sha.
That was the last time (6 years ago) I saw Jos Girl- I’ve
actually been looking everywhere for her. Jollof has also not seen her since
that weekend either, so I don’t know what eventually happened to Philemon, and
if Jos Girl got a maga of her dreams. Abi now….
The hustle for a good life is REAL. All I can say is that
men please be careful. All those glittering girls before you, juggling things
and rolling waists, are NOT gold.
Do not get yourself inducted in the United Nations of Maga,
bikonu.
Xoxoxo……….
Love is a beautiful thing.