Gbemi is a wolf. She’s savage.
My heart was nothing more to her than food. A prey she’s scented from far, walked stealthily to grab, and walled off as her territory, against every other beast.
I called her bosom home. Nah. It was a slaughter slab.
Without warning, she shredded my heart to bits, and handed the pieces back to me. Then she hurried away into the woods, for another kill.
Now, who does that?
Part 4 is a particularly tough and demanding year for us as medical students. Pathology and Pharmacology are bulky in density, and vast in scope. The pace we’ve got to be on to cover grounds, could only be described as maddening.
Gbemi and I were excos in fellowship, serving together in the same tenure. We were involved in a whole lot. We had several Holy ghost meetings that lasted many hours. There were the statutory meetings at Unit and Executive levels. Weekly services, special programs, conferences and retreats. It was heavy duty.
Now with all of that, failure wasn’t an option. Man must study hard.
I was a top flight student. Gbemi’s standing wasn’t solid. She stuck to me. We became study partners. I took her in, mounted her on my wings. I literally carried her.
She had unrestricted access to me, my materials, personal jottings, and notes. I gave everything. We inevitably got closer.
She leaned on even further.
She needed me. I gave her me.
I was taken in.
We got involved.
Results came through,
we scaled through,
and in less than a month after,
she came through with this:
“Hello Tobi. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings. I feel so terrible about this. But I don’t think we can work. I sincerely hope you’ll understand. I believe you will eventually. But right now, I don’t want to talk about this. My mind is made up already. Thanks for all you do. You’ve still got a friend in me. I’m so so sorry’. Xoxo.”
I received this first thing that morning via WhatsApp. It was the Lord’s day. Gbemi summarized us, everything about us, in just 70 words. I wasn’t even worth an epistle.
Men! To think I used to think I was the smart one.
Gbemi outsmarted me.
She smarted me. She enrolled me in the school of life,
and handed me a Leo smart pen to take notes.
I tried everything to get in touch with her. No luck. She never picked my calls. She never replied my messages. She never granted me audience.
I reached out to her friends. They were as much in the dark as I was. Gbemi told them nothing. But then, they brought up every reason imaginable they thought could have made her want out. A friend said I was too gentle. Another: I was a ladies man. Some others said I was choking her. The kind ones said she had issues to resolve, it was nothing about me.
I remembered that morning the text came in, I reached for my Dakes bible. I hugged it tightly. I lamented in tongues.
I took my towel, my brush in mouth, and headed to the bathroom.
Under the shower, I was singing blues. I was tearing. I was peeing. I was dancing. All at once.
It wasn’t as if anything was wrong. No. I didn’t even cry. Why should I? I was only praising God for the showers of blessing.
Approximately 3 weeks later, my worst fears were confirmed. Gbemi is seeing Josh, my