DEO'S DIARY EP14..HE WAS THE LAST ON MY MIND

He was the least person on my mind, considering the state my family drama is at the moment, I wasn't expecting to hear from any one close to Shope.

How he got my number, I don’t know, and truly I don't have the energy for his drama, because the last time I checked, Shope is a big trouble.

Diary must be lost now, this is a new taste of wine, and I will give you a bit-if-not-all to sip.

Shope was the reason why I am very hard on every men that cross my part, except my dad of course.

 It was all back in the university, when Deo was still young, smart and something close to naive. Shope was my best male friend and everyone in school called us twins. We were so close that they nicknamed us Deolashope  ( meaning Deola be thankful).

I placed Shope higher than anyone else in my life and I trust him so much with everything I had back then.I innocently dressed up in his presence, and he did the same in my presence, yes! he has a lovely teenager body, slim, tall, with a nice cucumber which I never care to bite. He was nineteen getting close to twenty then, and I was seventeen waiting to embrace my eighteenth year.

I don't know what deal came up between Shope and his friends, you know all this rich school boys sometimes can be weird.

 Shope asked me to pretend that we are dating for couple of weeks, sounds like some high school shit to me, more like ''love don't cost a thing'' movie, but in our case we are friends already. Many times, friends asked me if we were dating and I made it clear that we are just friends, but this sudden deception Shope asked me to start, seems interesting to me, I love having fun and this just seem good. 

 I agreed to Shope’s deal, and everything totally changed. 

We are on every notice board as the best couple, it wasn’t really easy keeping up with this new act, which is all lies;

 Wearing same clothes,

 walking hand-in-hand on campus,

 dancing together at every party we found ourselves 

 dining out together

we were spotted together all the time, and whenever I am lucky to have my privacy, and I showed up somewhere alone, the only song I heard is ''where is Shope"? "how is he"? ''why are you not together''? all this questions! all the time.

All this started wearing me out, it was fun at first though, but it got to a stage I can’t keep up with the whole shit anymore and I just want it to stop.

But for Shope it was more than a game, he was so into the all thing, and sometimes I don't even know what is true anymore, with or without people around, he is showing me so much love, which is so good to be fake or act.

 Guess what? I was asking for a breakup, and  we are not even dating, okay! we are dating but its fake. 

Shope didn't make the breakup any easy for me at all, he was begging me not to leave him, and I was like we are not together in the first place, maybe we are, as friends, but not that way. I only agreed to the whole thing because we are friends, and I wanted some attention too, which we both had.

I got tired of him crying and begging, sending me I'm sorry cards, flowers and chocolates, for what...?

calls from his friends and family, begging me not to break his heart, not to mention text messages every minute, I was suffocating.

I got totally exhausted and I just don’t want to breakup from the fake relationship, I want a break from his friendship too, it was like the whole school was begging me not to leave him and each time I tried to explain to them that it was fake, it made it worse.

Rumor started going around the school on how I took Shope's love for granted and called it fake because I have seen a rich Alhaji. To worsen the matter Shope kept playing the victim and I don't understand if that was part of the act or not, I bet I missed that part of the script.

I kept my distance from Shope for some days, ignored his calls and text messages, I felt so relieved and my life was crawling back to normal, until I got a call from my friend that Shope was found laying down in his room almost lifeless after he ingested some poison, no one could tell if he was dead or alive only that he has been rushed to the hospital. At first I thought it was a new game for him to get my attention, then I got a call from my mom too, telling me Shope's mom called her that Shope attempted suicide because of me, then I knew it was not a joke anymore.

 He was in comma for about a week, everyday was harder, I got so many insults from friends and class mates, my daily prayer was for him not to die because if he dies I will be tagged a witch. 

I was the talk of the whole school, people point at me, and call me names, even his parents involved mine and it was crazy, so bad that my friends stopped talking to me and everyone totally made me understand if he dies I am responsible for it. I don't know how I got through that semester but after the incidence, I totally hate boys, they stink, don't you think the same?

Luckily for me Shope got through it, but we heard his kidney was affected and might need a transplant. All attempt to reach him proved abortive, his mother doesn't want me near her son, even-though rumor has it that my name was the song he always sing on his sick bed.

People came to my door, telling me to donate my kidney, because i put him in that state. I care about Shope but the drama really injured our friendship and my perception about friendship. 

The last I heard about Shope was that he was moved out of the country for the kidney transplant.

 I didn’t hear from him ever since, the embarrassment in school was so much that I had to change my school and finished my studies in a private university.

I woke up with the thought of how to clean the mess dad has made when my phone rang this morning, I don’t have that contact on my phone, and it doesn't look familiar either, with the whole drama in my family this is not the best time to ignore an unknown number.

I picked up the call thinking it might be from the hospital, but it was a male voice asking if he could speak with Deo,

 yes, this is Deo and you are?

He screamed! Its me Deolashope

“Deolashope” immediately I remembered his soft voice, the only question I could ask was how did you get my number. 

He laughed and said he got it from  Annie, and he would like us to see.

I really don’t know what he wants to see me for, and I am scared. We agreed to see tomorrow afternoon and I know it's going to be a long talk between Shope and I. I need to go and see mom in the hospital and dad hasn’t return my call too.