We know what we wish for, what we desire, what we must do to survive; we’ll do anything to survive, until we don’t. Perhaps we need not be sure if we can trust our instincts, the knowledge that fails us, and our foolishness that overshadows our usefulness; we must trust our usefulness
Naadu: Have a seat, please.
Lady: Lady, call me Lady.
[Naadu takes her seat across Lady in her fashionably square frame reading glasses as she flips to a blank page]
Lady: No, sit with me, on the other end of the couch, please. I wouldn’t want to feel as though I’m in some counseling session [sighs]
Naadu: [smiles, exposing her mild dimples] that’s fine.
[She immediately changes her position. There was a moment of silence as Naadu stares at Lady fidgeting with her phone… alas! She speaks]
Lady: Mother said I had to be sound emotionally and financially, before getting involved with ‘the man’. She didn’t have the opportunity in her days. Hmph! I thought it was wise, well; it’s wise, isn’t it?
[Lady stares in wander, as if musing over memories, with unremitting smile]
Lady: He was either young, short, too friendly… not my type. Finally, a miracle at 34! He was the best package; he spoke and listened, he had power and control, and he loved and gave. I loved him back, I did.
Naadu: Why is that past?
Lady: Because he is past.
Naadu: He left you?
Lady: [bows head in shame]
Naadu: Did he?
Lady: He was such a saint, so much so that I felt unclean unless I was with him. You know, his sanctity rubbed off me.
Naadu: He made you feel better about yourself, that’s a good thing. What happened then?
Lady: I was deceived [face reddening, no longer fair] I had hell in my home, and each night I was convinced that nothing could quench that fire which consumes my soul… even my soul turned its back on me. I was dead, living in a lovely home, with the perfect man. He was the devil himself! Hmph!
[Buries face into palms profoundly, and starts sobbing… heavily. She began to speak in her tears but her words weren’t audible enough. Naadu draws closer to sympathize with her]
Naadu: [whispers] Hey! I have some chilled Juvita. Care for some?
Lady: [Abruptly lifts her head in bolt from the blue] they still make those? No way!
Naadu: I know, right?! [Watches Lady as she bursts her tears into laughter] I’ll fetch you some.
[At this point, the women had begun recalling their days as pupils and how Juvita was the nation’s number 1 drink for the pupil. Well, I also remember how refreshing it was]
Naadu: I’ll tell you something, Lady. Choices are inevitable, they’re what prove we’re sane; our wants are unappeasable, they’re what prove how fallible and mortal we are. We know what we wish for, what we desire, what we must do to survive; we’ll do anything to survive, until we don’t. Perhaps we need not be sure if we can trust our instincts, the knowledge that fails us, and our foolishness that overshadows our usefulness; we must trust our usefulness. They are times we have no other option but to deliberately trust… Make a conscious effort to trust our own self, because trust me, you [reaches to hold her hand] know yourself.
Naadu: I’ll be honest with you; although you said quite a number of things, how you genuinely felt, you gave me nothing tangible to work with. But for us to work this out, I’ll need you to open up in our next session. Secrecy breeds lies, and lies don’t only end at what’s said that’s not true, but what’s deliberately unsaid to cover the truth. You are an amazing woman, Lady, with a beautiful soul.
Lady: My soul…
Naadu: Yes! Your soul’s turned its back on you, but only if you could see its face, you’ll realize how beautiful it is. You are a beautiful soul, remind yourself of that, everyday!
Lady: [nods in agreement as warm tears trace her cheeks]
Naadu: One last thing
Naadu: Are you religious?
Naadu: You’re a Christian?
Lady: I’m a choir leader.
Naadu: [Smiles] are you a Christian?
Lady: But I just said…
Naadu: We’re scheduled for next Wednesday. I’ll be looking forward to it.
Lady: Certainly. Thanks.
[Naadu breathes a sigh a relief as she falls back into her seat. Korkor smiles in anticipation]
Korkor: Tell me, how did it go? Do you think she made you out?
Naadu: Herh! I can’t believe I actually did this, but I think it went great, and I told her we’re scheduled for Wednesday.
Korkor: No! Hahahahaha it’s Friday, you silly.
Naadu: I know. Ms Dillis will be out of town by Wednesday.
Korkor: Oooouuu… see who is getting attached already. Hah! Only if she knew you were just an understudy intern.
Naadu: No kidding, but I think I love this job already.
Korkor: Well then Doc, we have another patient in the waiting room and it’s also his first time.
Naadu: A man.
Korkor: [winks] A handsome man!
Naadu: Hahahaha!! Don’t be silly. You should sign up for a session too. Call him in.
…to be continued
Photography Inspiration: Adrian McDonald.