I don’t know how two people who were once close friends and can’t even go a day without seeing or talking to each other turn to people who lived in a house for over three years without saying a word to each other. I know that may be weird but it did happen to myself and Jane, my university roommate.
I remember vividly when I used to queue at Mushin bus stop to board a bus to use. I was always a latecomer and my heart beats fast when I get a call from Jane while on a queue, struggling to get a bus.
It’s either a lecturer is in class which gets me scared the most or Jane was missing me at school.
“Why not let us rent a house together? It will be easier for us and will save us from the stress of queuing on the bus line everyday,” I was excited when Jane said this. I lived with my granny and life was so boring there. I wanted to go to parties and enjoy life like a proper university babe.
I’ve got plans but how do I sneak out of my granny’s house? Well, I didn’t have to sneak out because I will rent a hostel and I will be totally free.
“I’ve been thinking about this as well. I’ll tell my dad and I know he will do something,” I didn’t even wait a second when I brought out my phone to call my dad and inform him about it.
In less than two weeks, we started living together but it wasn’t what I expected. I was living with a new person entirely. No someone new but a new Jane.
Jane rarely talks, play or even give answer to my questions. It’s so weird because we were best friends.
“Is this how we will live without talking to each other,” I thought I said that in my mind until I heard her response.
“How? I don’t want us to start fighting oh so everyone should stay on their lane,” really? Is this what I get from my close friend. If I had done something wrong, she could have informed me instead of the silent treatment which I dislike the most.
My hostel room became boring everyday. Most times, it’s either me or her who won’t be in the room. Her presence gets me annoyed almost everyday and most times, I’ll be in my friend, Elizabeth’s house.
How do I tell my dad that Jane and won’t be living together again?
From my savings, I tried to save up for another house rent but it was like a dead dream. One, two and three years went by and Jane and I still do not talk to each other. No call, texts nor act like we’re roommates. The littlest roommates should say is a good morning but we worse. We lived like enemies for the whole three years.
After our penultimate year in the university, we had a long break due to the COVID pandemic. It was our final year already and resumption was here. On getting back to the hostel, Jane got to school already. While getting down from the bike, Bisola!!!, she screamed. I was shocked to see my roommate scream my name that way.
I saw that she was happy to see me.
“What has just happened?” I asked myself.
“Is it not this same Jane who ignores me anytime I talk to her in the room?” I didn’t want to spoil the fun so I didn’t talk about what’s really going on between us till night since she was in a good mood.
“You saw that I failed an examination at school but didn’t inform me. I heard from our other friends and I felt bad. It meant that if I had a bigger problem, you won’t inform me or even runaway,” my mind went straight to the only examination she failed then and I remember clearly that I didn’t tell her about it.
“I didn’t want you to feel bad and also wanted you to see for yourself,” that was my reason but I never knew it could cost is three years of being rivals.
I accepted the blame immediately and Jane accepted her blame for not opening up to me immediately. It was a new life, new semester, new dawn and we became new friends again.
Throughout our final year at the university, we went when we first met. Life was good. We partied together, talked in the examination hall, did some ladies things together and we were close friends again. People were surprised to have us sort our issues.
Yesterday, Jane and I still had a video call session. Since that night, it was a new time and we’re still good friends.
