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It had been two years since I was in Cupid’s Park. I remember the last time I was here, I told my ex to leave me alone. He is a sweet guy and even though I am married to the sweetest Urhobo man in the world, I still miss Tope. There is something about your first love that you can’t let go.


I remember the last time we were in Cupid’s park together. He told me to look into his eyes and tell him I did not love him. Truth is, I could do that even though I did love him. My life is not a romance movie so the boy gets girl theory doesn’t always work.


I told him off including his mother and the next thing I know they are at my doorstep apologising. It was sweet and I thought we were going to be saying our final goodbyes. Well, I guess I was wrong. Tope kissed me and his kiss is so… Words can’t describe it. It was amazing and very scary. After the kiss, he just walked out. Who does that? We didn’t see for two whole weeks. It was good because it gave me time to come clean with Ovie. We then decided to tell Tope to back off so we could save our marriage. Tope amazed us and showed up in my office, telling Ovie and I he was going to back off. We were impressed and told him he didn’t have to come to our wedding if he didn’t want to. A part of me, hope he came and he did and I was happy.


I have not heard from Tope since I went back to LA. Attempted to see him when I came into Nigeria but I changed my mind. Let me just see my mother and go back to the US.


I walk to the statue of Cupid and I could still see the inscriptions on Cupid’s heart. I guess Cupid could not make that relationship work. I turn around and standing behind me is Tope Taiwo.


“Tope! How long have you been behind?” I ask him
“Just a couple of minutes” he is smiling “how are you Jumy?”
“I am ok. Came into Nigeria for my mum’s 50th birthday”
“Oh. So we are going to party hard right?” He said.
“Yes oh”
“Is Ovie not coming for the birthday?” He asks
“He is. He flies in tomorrow”
It felt good seeing him again.
“So what are you doing here?” I ask
“I am meeting someone here” he says. Just then a tall, light skinned girl advances towards us.
“Jumy, meet my darling wife, Bola. Bola, this is the famous Jumy”


I am in shock!


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