Africa: The UnTold sTorY

Chapter1: Break-up

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"Lets break up..." feeling a sense of relieve as this time, I meant it.

"Not again Afrie"

He didn't deserve this, no one did and now in our third month of dating I would think that things would move more smoothly like any other relationship. I'm was just not cut out for this. On his behalf he was actually a sweet guy and I knew he cared so much for me, but I've always wondered if him being from a different part of Nigeria and also the whole big deal our parents would make off it. They were big fans of dating diversely or even dating at all. I did liked him but I was missing something deep and strong.

I'm from the South-south of Nigeria, Delta state, commonly grouped as the Igbos' or maybe partly Igbo. My parents had left their home state and travelled west to Lagos, were they got married and gave birth to me and my three siblings. My boyfriend on the other hand is Yoruba, and lives an hour drive from Lagos. The issue is that these two cultures do not get along. I would think that since living in a state you despise, you might at least grow to appreciate the culture. This was not the case with my family and.. extended family if you added them to the equation.

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"No niece of mine will marry a Yoruba man, over my dead body", screams my Aunty one morning as she strides into the living room.

Taking a spot opposite me on the long leather sofa, she turns towards my direction. I had been watching the latest episode of Jennifers' Diary and was now grudgingly facing her as i knew better not to.

"Africa do you understand what I'm saying", she says as she looks at me all wide eyed.

"Yes ma", I nod.

Did she have an argument with Uncle Femi?

"Yoruba's always feeling like they know everything!" she said as she tries lifting herself with one hand over her head, while the other curved around her chest like she was dancing ballad.

It definitely was Uncle Femi. His the house cook, who's been living with us since i was three, but somehow everything he did seemed to upset Aunty Buchi. He probably didn't compliment the new hair she had made this morning, although elder Adam, my elder brother, had reminded him on it. You can say she had a crush on him, but no one dared make mention of this. We weren't ready for her harsh words, which were like pouring a gallon of kerosene onto a lit stove. She words could burn through your soul.

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"What's going on Afrie? What's with this sudden need to break up with me?"

Excuses. Who cares what my family thought? I just couldn't comprehend this feeling to break up with him, but I sure knew I wasn't just going to bluntly tell him that I felt unsure and uncomfortable since the beginning of our relationship. It was complicated and suffocating

What does he want from me? I've never been in a relationship before, but i still wanted to try. I shouldn't have, because as soon as we both started dating I couldn't cope. I had to sacrifice a my time, space, and energy, which got me irritated and grumpy. Coupled with his constant nagging for attention made it more unbearable. I shouldn't be dating anyone, when i knew i wasn't ready.