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Friday, 17th February
I watched as Nneoma—or Oma, as she insisted I call her—stared at the blank aqua painted wall before us, taking a drag from her loud and smoke escaping from her parted lips every now and then. When I'd told her about me and Dami, I never knew what her reaction would be like. I'd told her everything as we sat at the edge of the bed and she got high, listening with little to no expression on her face. It almost seemed like nothing I'd said shook her.
“You don't look surprised,” I eventually blurted out after we'd spent the past three minutes after my narration in silence.
She still stared ahead to the wall like there was a beautiful painting there only she could see. “I knew she was pregnant,” she finally said. “What I didn't know was that she kept the child.”
“Wh— She wanted to abort the child?” I asked, wide-eyed.
Nneoma turned to me, raising a brow. “You sound surprised.”
“I mean…” I trailed, short of words.
“You would've preferred that she aborted the child,” Nneoma stated, still staring at me with an unreadable expression and it made me uncomfortable. I had to look away. My eyes landed on the wall clock above the mirror. It was a few minutes past midnight, meaning it was day three already.
I shook my head. “That's not what I said.”
“But that's how you feel.” She dropped her joint on the ashtray on the bedside table and inched closer to me, making me tense. I turned to face her and our faces were only inches apart. I stopped breathing. “Things would've been easier for you if she'd just gotten rid of the baby, wouldn't it?”
My eyes wandered down to her very visible cleavage and I gulped. She was still in the black outfit she'd used in dancing which was as good as a swimming suit.
“My face is up here, bro,” she said in a whisper, bringing me back to my senses. I tried not to blush in embarrassment as I looked away.
“I kept asking Dami who got her pregnant,” Nneoma said after a while, itching away from me. I dreaded the space between us once again. “She said it wasn't Lawson's, they hadn't even had sex yet.”
“Lawson…the banker boyfriend?”
She nodded. “She never told me who was responsible. And I never knew about the two of you.”
I turned away again. I didn't want to read the expression on her face as she addressed the issue of me with her best friend, or former best friend, I didn't know. It's not like I'd ever stopped thinking about Nneoma while I was with Dami. In fact, I think I clung on to Dami because she reminded me of her. Nneoma was the one I was head over heels for.
“I remember she had a big crush on you back then but you didn't seem to notice.” I didn't know if hearing Nneoma say all these things were making me feel better or worse. “So I guess I'm not that surprised you both later got together.”
