07/07/2025
I was ready for love… until love pulled up in a G-Wagon.
Yes. Mirabel arrived in a shiny white G-Wagon like a bride arriving at her own wedding. I ran outside.
“Whoa! Babe! You bought a car?! Congratulations!”
She laughed and flipped her hair. “Ah no oh! It’s Jeff’s car.”
I blinked. “Who’s Jeff?”
Then the passenger door opened and Jeff stepped out, bearded like a budget Ramsey Nouah. I smiled like someone whose card just declined. I know Jeff. That's her bestie. So it's ok.
I led them in. They ate my food. They drank my wine. They laughed at my jokes.
Then Mirabel stood up dramatically like a movie villain about to drop a plot twist.
“Mark… the real reason I came is… this.”
She pulled out a shiny card and handed it to me. My hands were shaking before I even read it.
“You’re Invited! Miraj 2025! July 13th, Abuja.”
I looked up. My mouth was open but no sound came out.
“You’re… marrying Jeff???”
She nodded and sipped wine. “Yes na. We wanted you to be there.”
“You came to my house… ate my rice… drank my wine… just to invite me to come and clap for you and Jeff?”
She smiled sweetly. “Don’t be dramatic.” she replied.
I stood up and screamed; “I broke up with Priya because of you!”
Mirabel gasped. “You what?! Are you mad?”
“You were sending me love messages!” I responded like a little child ( shame wear me wrapper)
“And so? Does that mean I said ‘marry me’? Did I say you should leave your Indian girl because of me?” Mirabel said!
Jeff added, “Bro, na wa for you oh.”
I stood there… in my own living room… heartbroken, confused, and now angry because I wasted my money buying wine for my ex and her husband-to-be.
So yeah… if you see anyone on July 13th in Abuja wearing all black and clapping slowly at a wedding, just know that’s me