Is It a Crime to Love?
Is it a crime to love?
As we speak, my future partner is on a plane, coming to join me for Valentine’s Day.
During his first week here, he is scheduled to do a few talk shows with me to discuss the book. He is also set to appear on the popular television show Tout le monde en parle to shed light on this pathetic trade to help save young computer and science university graduates who are forced into it just to pay their debts and put food on the table.
We had made a deal with the television network for an advance, which allowed us to write the book, secure his visa, and buy his plane ticket.
He is coming as a visitor. He will stay under that status to work on his many unpublished books and begin the production of this new book, which we will be producing back in Nigeria.
He earned some money by selling his writing notes as a ghostwriter, selling his poems, his blog, and his podcasts. He worked tirelessly on a script that tells the truth about the "Yahoo Club," sharing his notes from the inside of that world.
He even sold his most incredible script the masterpiece he adored, the one that kept him dreaming of a bigger life and a bright future.
He was truly in love.
The first thing he wanted to do was to come to see me and prove that all of this was real that his love was genuine and that we were meant to be together forever, no matter what people might think of us.
Was it a crime to love?
I could not say.
Who was I to judge him?
He, who kept holding on to an "impossible" love.
Who was I to judge him?
Like any lover who truly loves, he needed to cross the ocean to see for himself. To finally enter real life, to feel all the love he deserves, and to join me. To finally touch me and see that all along this journey, we were meant for each other.
We were meant to save each other.
He was sitting on the plane...
The next morning, I was lying in bed looking at BBC News on Google, thinking he was likely in the middle of the ocean at 39,000 feet.
Then, I red on my phone that the police had arrested 20 men in Ghana and 45 Nigerians from the Yahoo Club.
I panicked. I hadn’t heard from him in 12 hours. My heart simply stopped beating. I couldn’t tell anyone around me. I tried texting. Nothing. Total silence.
It was -25°C outside. I dressed up that morning and went out to shovel snow with Starlett until 10:30, so cold, so numb.
When I came back in, I undressed, poured myself a cup of hot water, and sat in the living room. I watched my whole life and my closest friend go by in my mind, but I couldn't find the ending to my story.
Was he...?
Will he...?
Will he be able to see the one he love?
I am still waiting as we speak.
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