WAITING FOR MY ANGEL – Osowe Oluwagbenga

PREAMBLE: This is written as a masculine perspective to “This deity called husband” written by my @toyinfabs. Read (here)





 The hunger pangs were unmistakable. Short, sharp pains in the lower abdomen combined with incessant yawning implied that an early visit to Madam Rose’s Canteen was inevitable for an effective day at work. Although Dele wasn’t a gourmand but a bowl of cereals isn’t exactly a good idea of supper after a hard day at work.

Being the only son out of seven children, with a mother who believed that the kitchen is an exclusive domain of females, Dele grew up without knowing how to make any meal and it didn’t help that he went to school from home such that he never had to cook for himself.

As he headed towards Madam Rose’s place, memories of the previous night’s match when his darling team, Real Madrid Fc had dealt with their bitter rivals, Barcelona came to his mind. Oh, how he would taunt James, his colleague to no end today.

His former girlfriend, Ibukun always whined about his excessive passion for football. She could not understand why he would rather spend his Saturdays fixated to his TV screen as twenty – two grown men run all over the field, kicking a hapless leather ball. To her, Saturdays are better spent in a cinema house, munching popcorn, a bottle of drink in the hand with sounds from the speaker mixed with the voices of other excited girls, wilfully spending money made by guys not smart enough. Yuck! Well it wasn’t much of a pain to him when she called to say she didn’t think the relationship would work out and wished him luck in his future endeavours. That was just before he met Adelola.

Adelola was an angel in human form. Her height, beauty and charisma and the way she sang that very day had charmed him. Dele wouldn’t have gone for the leadership seminar organised in church that day if not that it was one of those days when football leagues were on a break. She led the song rendered by the choir that day and rather than look at the lyrics of the song being projected on the wall, Dele’s eyes fed on the beauty of the young damsel. He sought her out after the seminar and they became friends.

Two months later, he registered in the church’s membership class having noticed that she would not take any man serious except he showed “love for the things of God” as she usually said. It was a time of mid-week services and regular church attendance for Dele.

The times spent with AdePrincess, as he usually called her, were pure bliss. She was a good cook whose weekend visits to his place ensured that he had enough good food to eat for the week. She was the one who rescued him from the problem of finding a matching pair of socks when she advised him to always tie every pair together when keeping them. She had four brothers.

Things looked really good between them and it seemed that he was going to become the son – in – law of a king before the cold hands of death snatched Delola on the Benin –Ore road. He was inconsolable for days at the death of his one true love. That was three years ago.

Janet was a different story altogether. It was a casual friendship situation that spiralled out of control. They had met at a training school where she displayed high level of intelligence at the training sections. A feminist to the core, she would go on to no end about how men and women are equal and why Nigeria is backward because we don’t recognise that fact.  While Dele isn’t a chauvinist, he had suffered enough embarrassment at different eateries when Janet would always insist on paying her own bills even once in the presence of his friend. She says it’s the sign of an independent lady but no man wants a word-sparring partner for a wife. How he wished she was like Adelola, his darling angel.

How will he explain to his mother that he is still waiting for an angel like Adelola? His absence at their last three family celebrations was just to avoid the now to be expected questions concerning his marriage plans. If only they knew how much he longs for a companion and soul mate but only an angel would suffice.

I am @gbengaosowe

Footnote: He who finds a wife has found a good thing and obtains favour from the Lord.


photo credit: google images


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Olumide
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 10:36:31

    Gbenga, starts well. Sequel?


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