Crushed Roses: The Saga
By Ibiere Addey
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Crushed Roses - The Saga details the journey of a young woman looking for meaning in her life’s struggles.
Love and heartbreak. For artist and poet Zainab Ali—“Zee” to her friends—these two things always seem to come hand in hand. It all started with “road-wrecked mind,” one jazz night at the cafe and the lure of a forbidden romance. Zee’s life was never the same. Now tell me, who defines relationships between best friends? Who draws the boundaries of where, when and how with love?
Because I tell you love does have a force and when it strikes, the choices you make matters. I bet Zee can tell you the same when the shades of life did hit, and life turns out different, she must decide her next path, she must rebuild herself—and then decide where to place her faith.
Find out more about two best friends (Zee and Wale Badmus) who believed in -You, Me, Always...
Ibiere Addey
Ibiere Addey (known to friends as ‘Ibi’) currently works as a Senior Operation Analyst, reviewing processes and ensuring technical implementation as per business requirement. For her, even her job is just another form of story-telling, bringing to life the customer’s needs and expectation. She’s been in these type of roles for seven or eight years, and while she loves meeting people and being involved in the development process, that burning desire to keep writing takes over once the working day is over. “The funny thing is that writing other stuff has been lingering in my mind all day, but the hustle and bustle of a typically technical operations world keeps it restricted,” she explains.
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Crushed Roses - Ibiere Addey
STORY ONE
The Saga Of An Undefined Relationship
He, She, and the Others
My thoughts’ voice
Crossed life’s path
That left tales
Scattered like
Text, letterDescription automatically generatedbreadcrumbs
Words engraved
on bruised hearts
Wrestling to flee
Red roses pool
Silent, let the mind whisper
Truth
Ibiere Addey
Who am I?
Allow me to introduce myself
I am
Zainab Ali
Fondly called Zee
What’s the meaning of Zainab
fragrant flower, ornamented tree, beauty, or grace
my surname?
Ali meaning high, elevated, or exalted
and my parents?
Fulani - in every word (a northern tribe in Nigeria)
My background?
I am – Nigerian Born British but a Naija mix
And Naija – is the local name for Nigeria
My flow?
Dress code – smart casual is a Must
Trust now, Clothes must not always be a statement
but dress to kill when lacking in some qualities.
shush! I’ll tell you
about my qualities later
Planned Career: Poet and Artist
For sure…
‘Ms Independent’
Die-hard Christian Yes – ooohhh!
Like we’ve been …
26th March 1996
Two years, six months, three days, five hours,
and […]
Termed a decade if permitted.
Wipe the slate when paths crossed.
Blow the letters away.
My mind’s flashback rejected.
An almost tale for you …
This is for
ears that crave engraved History
and a mind that yearns for comprehension.
How two similar but separate beings
complete the last words of each other’s sentences.
I’ll fill you in on some info.
To save you from the constant frown
between your eyebrows.
Let’s cross pinkie fingers first, for this is a one-off story.
Never to leave your lips.
Promise me…
Here it goes…
The route to Lagos University Nigeria
known as UNILAG.
Had rutted grassy sidewalks
unpaved, potholed roads
and a signpost nicknamed Nameless Street —
not because it was nameless
but because the harsh years gone by
had broken and given the once cedar-coloured
metal and white letters an unusual look.
The signpost – Nameless Street
now clad in crimson rust
hung like a
little child’s rag doll
forgotten
by the riverbank
three summers ago.
My memory lane
At Nameless Street
23rd August 1994
I met
A fine-boned face guy
With
bushy eyebrows and cinnamon eyes
anchored by a narrow nose
between sharp cheekbones
a cupid’s bow mouth surrounded
by a scraggly goatee.
A guy called -
Wale Badmus
Who was
six foot three inches and
a tenant to Number Two Nameless Street House
Plus, he was always found slouching
with hands shoved in his pockets
in a company of [various shaped females……]
where word ping-pong was the rule of each day.
Wale Badmus
a third-year business law student
and I, Zainab Ali
starting out
in English literature and communication
Side confession
There were other routes to Lagos University
but my eyes locked
onto a perfect painting my heart desired
All caution gone to the wind
Sue me!
My pool table of buffet guy options were:
solid cream, yellow, caramel, chocolate-brown, black—
but the black ball ends the game
and as my game goes
he (Wale) was the black ball.
I potted
and let’s just say Mr. Nameless Street
the black ball
Wale Badmus
got potted
gameover.
My knight in shining armor right?
Hold up!
Scrap that thought…
not in the way you imagined it.
Here’s the real story
You know what reallllly happened, not all the fairybook story.
Just lean in as I narrate my story to you.
Honestly,
it was an accident
It felt like yesterday.
Down untarred, dusty, Nameless Street
canvassed with trees on both sides of the road
My head bowed against my chest
The soft rising and falling
of my guarded twin assets – you know my boobs
that was
stuffed into a low neck, compressed khaki top
My well-arched knee-length black skirt
gave way to my slender caramelized legs
that made their way past a
half-cemented building.
Hoping
Hoping that the
barrel-chested dark cocoa-complexioned guy
Whose back lay against the
drab concrete fence with his hands
rammed in baggy jeans
that brushed over
wide leather open
sandals would take a peep
in my direction.
That those pearly white teeth
From him
would shine on me.
A being of perfection
just standing there
blowing away reason and caution
making me forget
the nature of the untarred, dusty Nameless Street.
Tssiish!
I wished, I wished
that God had warned me
that as I approached the hollow,
gritted sidewalk
my ankle would buckle
under my sixty-eight-kilogram body
and my five-foot one-inch frame
would swing like paper
Captured by gravity
towards Earth into the big mud puddle
Pinch me someone
Did I miss the memo sent by brain
that I was about to approach danger
Maybe -
my caramelized legs could
have escaped the cold,
murky splash pool that
awaited me on a sunny
Thursday afternoon
Shamed – please do hide me
As
my swagger gauge
had just hit zero
I felt the strain
behind my ears
I squeezed my eyes
closed
and hoped to fade away
like powder in the air
Hefty strides came to a screech by my side
Strong palms curved around my shoulders
A scent that could only come from a man
The man
filled my nose and his barrel chest drew closer
Are you okay?
asked a husky voice
Stars clouded my vision.
Sounds became like echoes across the ocean
and black letters knit my story
Wait for it…wait for it… Wale, my prince charming,
and I, his princess happily ever after.
Paused that thought
and mushiness in your hearts
Because I’m still waiting to be rescued, for my status in his life is: TRUSTED BEST FRIEND.
Haha – fooled you. That’s how the episode ended, two years later, I am still his trusted best friend.
Phew!
Glad we got that clarified.
I hate to start the story with a lie.
As we are the definition of
Best Friends.
Almost inseparable
I dare say.
Let’s begin on what transpired later, you know
– He, She, and the Others.
The Saga of an
undefined relationship
Wale Badmus
UNILAG’s most desired bachelor
A Lagos delight,
musclebound arms
modelled daily in shades of blue shirts,
bottom cladded in clean-cut chinos.
Either greedy
at the table of body parts
or he was God’s favourite being.
Study nights never a bore
Music, nibbles, and light conversation.
Sometimes accompanied by
Omoselewa, Aniekan, Iyowoichofe, Amaka …
Can’t remember all his special friends,
as I stopped counting.
Tall, slim, plus-size, dark, fair.
There was one thing for sure:
They were all beauties with
tongue-twister names
I, on the other hand, Zainab Ali,