In April 2009, I started the Kiss & Tell Stories. Funny thing is I didn’t expect it catch on like it did and today I have no idea how it happened. A recent conversation with a friend made me realise that the story never had an ending. Check it out here
I initially was going to sum it all up in a book but the manuscript went with my stolen laptop. I decided to wrap it up in another spin off book centred on Boma but I lost steam for it along with the initial manuscript.
I am really excited to wrap this story up. The characters have undergone changes and I have reworked the story. Boma’s illness went from sickle cell to Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia in other words she had cancer. A lot of that was captured in spin off blog that can be read here.
So here it is. Six years later, this is Kiss and Tell: The Final Chapter.
“Bola! We are going to be late”. Bolu called out from the car.
Bola walked out of the house hurriedly with her bag in one hand and her shoes in the other. She hopped in and Bolu drove out of their compound towards the church.
They never expected to go back to Saints Community Chapel. At least not now. They felt the next time they’d be there would be to bury their parents. They didn’t see this coming. They didn’t think they’d be burying their friend.
Boma was everything to the twins. She was the best friend to Bola. The one that knew everything and didn’t hold back anything. Well, except the fact that she had cancer. Still, Boma was like the sister she never had. Her parents never liked Boma and would always call her a “bad influence.” It didn’t change anything though. Boma remained her person through think and thin and she loved that. Even when Bola decided to launch her clothing line, it was Boma who believed in her and came up with the name Urban Bohemian.
And there is Bolu. Who would have thought that Boma would end up with her best friend’s brother? The one who they teased about his inability to have a decent conversation with the opposite sex. The one who always told them that “godliness and salvation” is the key to fulfillment. He was her prince and he had loved her ever since they were kids. Even after he cheated on her, they found a way to make it work. Somethings they say are meant to be.
Bolu pulled into the church driveway and parked the car close to Fola’s Range Rover.
“Did you know Fola was going to be here?” He asked his sister
Boma had made it her duty to make sure Bola got back with Fola. That didn’t work out as Fola cheated on her again.
“Fola is a lot of things but he was Boma’s friend. He deserves to pay his last respects”
Out of the car and arm in arm, the twins made their way into the church. Friends, colleagues and old church members filled the hall to capacity. Bolu and Bola walked straight ahead to the front of the church and took a seat beside Boma’s parents.
Pastor Chimezie walked in and started the order of service. As he read 1 Thessalonians 4:14-17, Bola remembered her last conversation with Boma.
“Bola” Boma said tiredly as she reached out to her best friend “Have you been crying?”
“Me. Cry? Maybe. Just a few tears” Bola said as she tried to hide her face from her friend
“Babe, you can’t cry for me oh. I have made my peace.”
“Please don’t say that…”
“We can pretend that I am not dying and be in denial till suddenly I am no more or we can say our goodbyes; remembering the good times and thanking God for an awesome friendship”
“I don’t know what to say…”
“Well, you don’t have to say anything then. Come here” She reaches out and draws Bola in a tight embrace “You are my sister. You are my best friend. You are strong enough and you will be fine. You have Bolu. You have your parents. There is Dele. You will get through this.”
“I love you Boma” Bola said amidst tears
“I love you too, babe” Boma replied trying hard not to cry “See. Now you are gonna make me cry.”
“Tears are our holy water” Bola chuckled
“You go fear Holy Water na”
They remained there for 20 minutes, finding comfort with each other.
“And now, the first tribute from Bolu Abayomi-Coker” Pastor Chimezie’s voice brought her back to the present
Bolu walked to the pulpit with a pit in his stomach. He prayed a silent prayer to God; asking not to break down in tears.
“Boma Akpofure was more than a friend to me. She was my soulmate. I know that might sound cheesy to some but it is my reality. There were parts of me I didn’t know even existed but somehow she found them and loved me anyways. I don’t know how I will get through the coming weeks, months or even years but I know I will get through it. I know I will move on. I know Boma is in a better place, I know she is at peace and for that I am truly grateful. So, wipe your tears friends, the one we all loved and hold dear is fine. No more weeping. No more hurt or pain. She is fine and someday one day, we will see her again. Sleep well, Boma. I will love you forever”
As the funeral service came to a close, Bola and Bolu walked out of the church as the final hymn “Be Still My Soul” was sung. Hand in hand, they knew this was the end of an era. Silently, they prayed for strength to get through the next chapter in their lives.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
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