I love my friends

My phone rings, it’s MG (my girl) checking in, we hadn’t spoken for a couple of days. We chat a bit then she asks me to hold on for MGH (her husband). ‘So you are going to school, I hope you are going with a husband from here?’ Oh no, I haven’t had lunch, please God give me strength! After whats seems like a very long time MG manages to cut in when he has to take another call and she quickly hangs up (bless her sweet heart!) I checked the call timer, my eternity was only 30 min. Alas my torment was not over. I am at the shop in my estate buying Butterfield bread, (it tastes great with mayo.) My phone beeps, its MG ‘There must be some hot gist’ I think as I check the time (its past 6 so calls are free) and pick the call. ‘Are you home?’ (MG is legendary for her promises to drop by!) ‘Yes I am’ ‘Okay we will be with you shortly.’ As I had earlier mentioned I didn’t take her seriously. Lo and behold there she is outside my door, with MGH! Wahala!

So many questions (what is wrong with Egg, why did you split with your ex? How are you paying for school?), threats (you better not marry oyinbo/ireke, you better come back), and worries (all this ‘oyinbo’ thinking is really screwing you up.) A lot of the conversation was devoted to Egg (MGH hooked us up). At some point I wanted to point out that his work as matchmaker was done and he really needn’t bother sweating Egg and I. I suspect he is taking the failure of the hook up personally (I wonder why?) As I watch him pontificating I asked myself is this how my dad would have been? MG spent half the time in her old room looking for stuff that wasn’t missing; I am suspecting she is saving herself for the earful she is sure to endure on the way home! I tried and I hope I succeeded in being a good sport about the whole visit. While I might not think coming to my house and berating me on my single status is in good taste, I guess concern and care will make a person throw perceived etiquette to the wind. LM the nocturnal shows up on Sunday at like 10 pm, also concerned about the timing of my lifestyle sabbatical (graduate school.) You haven’t had luck fishing in the Atlantic, how the heck do you think you will succeed in the little algae filled pond out back?

I love my friends, every single one of them.