There was a lot of traffic on the way back from the hospital. I’d gone to see my sister and left feeling scared and worried. She was still in a critical condition and the consultant wasn’t giving anything away.
Now I was running dangerously low on fuel. The possibility of breaking down in the middle of a one-way street added to my frustration, which did nothing to help my mood. I decided to call my boyfriend, Tunde; I wanted to hear his reassuring voice. He would know what to say to cheer me up.
I called his first mobile, but it was switched off. So I tried his second one, which rang. I was about to sigh with relief, when the call was rejected. Confused, I tried it again, but it was turned off. I started to wonder what was happening, when I remembered.
Today was Sunday. Sunday was family time, when Tunde took his wife and children to church and spent the rest of the day with them. Tunde was not mine, really. Not today.
Then it hit me. My love was really a one-way street.
Tolulope Popoola is a writer, blogger and lover of arts and literature. She recently quit her career in Accounting to become a full-time writer. She blogs at http://writingmystories.blogspot.com, and is the creator of the online fiction series, ‘In My Dreams It Was Simpler’. She also writes short stories, poems and magazine articles, and is currently working on a novel.