I AM BACK

Yippee.....

I am back in the UK. I came in last night. I slept all through the flight cos I had so much to do Sunday night. I had a mini conference with my parents and EX. He told my parents his version of the story and apologised to both of them for hurting their baby. My father warned us about the dangers of lack of trust in a relationship/marriage. Ex later told my dad that he wants us to get married in SEPTEMBER.

My dad asked him if he already made his intentions known to me as they have no final say on whoever i choose to spend the rest of my life with.

He was going to ask me in the presence of my parents but my mum stopped him and said: O.A you have to be romantic now, take her somewhere you know she loves and ask her again. I am sure she will agree. All the while I was just looking from one person to the other. My mind was in a great turmoil, my eyes heavy from tears I refuse to shed. I kept wondering if my most favourite people in the world are even thinking about HOW I FEEL. By the time they were ready to listen to me. All I could say was: I NEED TIME.

I need time to see if things can be the same again. My mum wants me to stay back in Nigeria so that we can work things out. I refused on the grounds that if I was married to him and i was posted on a foreign assignment will my husband look for someone else to warm his bed for that season.

IF EX can wait till I am ready to come back home all well and good. I didn't tell my parents how difficult it was for me to come to that conclusion tho. To be honest I STILL VERY MUCH LOVE HIM. Not with all the trips I had in Nigeria. All the feed me I feed you theory. Shey the boy was just treating me like a lost diamond that was just found.

I did my best to enjoy the moments jare. Sunday night after the meeting, he suggested going on a drive around Abuja. It was fun, it reminded me of when we first met at Uni. Always in each other's company, acting like love struck idiots all over the campus. We teased ourselves endlessly about how we have both grown over the years, he had some pictures i took in Uni in his wallets. Chineke, i no try way back o. Very skinny little thing, I am still wondering what the boy saw in me then.

I am so tempted to post some of the pictures but then HE will kill me if he ever finds out that I have a blog not to talk of talking about him on the blog.

I missed out on December sales. My sister bought about 5 pairs of shoes at ridiculous prices it is a pity that i wear a size 6, i for steal a pair or two. I have to hit the stores tomorrow, I may be lucky.

I still feel knackered jare. I need to sleep some more.

Time will really tell if HE is the one. In fact I still want him to show me what LOVE is all about. Show me a girl that doesn't want to be shown what love means.