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HUBBY AND HIS CHILDHOOD ''FRIEND''

BVs, my husband has this childhood “friend “ that their families used to compare their success, intelligence and achievements from when they were kids. His family was very rich, as in, old money and this guy was a bully.

 According to how my husband and his brothers told the gist, this guy used to be the academic star in his school till my husband changed school to his and over took him. 

The unhealthy competition between them made them not like each other as much. They both got admission into medical school but the other guy got rusticated for cult activities. After that, the guy got admission far from Lagos a few years later to study something else so, out of shame never came home for a long time.

At some point they met again years later at his sister’s wedding. From what I understood, the guy didn’t feel comfortable because he wasn’t as successful as most of his mates who travelled down for that wedding so he avoided most of them. I think there was also a time he lost a babe he was toasting to my husband. So, the rivalry really wear agbada.

Fast forward after 20years later, 2 weeks ago, my husband was accompanying me to a conference in a South East Asian country, we were in first class, and I noticed someone that looked familiar seating a few rows in the front so when I wanted to stretch my legs, I walked to him. Lo and behold, he was a friend we were in the university together (different departments, different year). 

We were actually close at some point then. A very lively guy who had money and loved to throw parties. He was everybody’s friend. I called his name, surprised he stood up and hugged me. I told him I am going for so so conference and he said he was headed there too. We were so happy. I told him to come meet my husband and when my husband stood up to shake his hand, I noticed the smile dry up on his face. But my husband continued to smile even harder. It turned out he was that childhood rival of my husband’s.

 We caught up on one another’s lives, he is in the same IT field as me while my husband has reached the pinnacle of his medical career in America.

Anyway, let me go straight to why I am writing this chronicle. We were all in the same hotel for the conference and my husband made good effort to hangout with him a few times but he always come back to say the guy hasn’t changed from the aggressive guy he used to be that he was still asking of his achievements and comparing his life with his.

 One early morning I went to the gym, going back to our room. I used the stairs when I met this man and greeted him. We were talking as we walked up the long stairs while he lamented on how his wife left him and business not thriving in Nigeria, only for this man to just reach out and kissed me ON THE LIPS!!!

 I pulled back in shock, and with reflex, my right hand smacked him across the face. I went for a second strike and he blocked my hand. But there was no remorse or apology in his expression! 

He said he has always liked me in school but I was so young that he didn’t want to mess me up and now I am with “that guy”.

I ran to our room and told my husband with pure horror in my voice. People of God, my husband bursted out in laughter o. He laughed so hard he had tears running down his face. I didn’t know what to make of his reaction.

 I was mortified to say the least. Instead, he begged me to forgive him that “he who is on the ground fears no fall”. He called his elder brother and both of them laughed and begged me. It was then I heard the extent of their life-long rivalry.

 For the rest of the conference, whenever my husband saw him, he burst out in laughter. The reaction seemed to even infuriate the man more. He once tried to talk to me during lunch break and I threw a glass of juice at him to the shock of everyone.

I am still very angry because, for the life of me, what kind of stupid laughter has my husband been laughing? He never confronted him or allowed me report the goat to the authorities for misbehaving! I expected more from my husband.

I like how your husband handled it....Cool guy!!

There is no use taking a big stone to kill an ant,so the next time you people run into ''That guy'' again, please join your hubby in oaughing at him.....LAUGH WELL WELL that you didnt even end up with him...