The Remedy for Love (Part 2)

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“Who says you can’t do that?”

“Think about it, what would the people who were that day say? And what will I tell them?”

“Since I don’t read minds, I can’t tell you what they will say, but I can tell you what you can tell them. Just tell them that you forgave her.”

“Hmph! If only it’s that easy,” I noted.

“It’s not.”

“Then why are you telling me to do it?”

“Because it’s possible.”

What is the remedy you so promised?”

“Oh! The only remedy to love is Love.”

“I don’t get you.” Clearly, this man had some sort of mental illness.

“What is love to you?”

“Are you seriously asking me that question?”


“Since you’re an authority, you tell me.”

“No one really is an authority on Love. But I’ll tell you the little I know.” He then brought out his Bible. He meticulously flipped through the pages, as if he was afraid to hurt the book. Finding what he was looking for, he went on, “The Book of 1st Corinthians, Chapter 13 from verse four to eight says: ‘Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope, and patience never fail. Love is eternal.’

“The Bible says it all,” he finally concluded.

“And how does this help me?”

“The above passage clearly mentions two very important attributes of love, which are that Love keeps no record of wrongs and that Love is eternal. This means that you clearly have to forgive her and let go of the pain. It also says that Love is eternal which means that Love never dies; she still loves you.”


“Do you believe in God, Michael?” He queried.

“I’m not sure,” I answered.

“That is a good position. Doubt often leads us to the Truth.”

“I’m listening.”

“As I said, I don’t have all the knowledge, but what I do is that I lead you to the answers you seek. Only you can find them.”

In the spacious air-conditioned office, I was sweating. His words had a nice ring to them. In my heart, I knew that he was right. But how could I just let go? How could I just act as if nothing happened?

Then he let out the bombshell. “Call her to come here. If she’s not busy?”
“I’m sorry?”

“I asked you to call her and tell her to come here.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

“You’ll see. Just trust me.”

Trust him? As I looked at him, he was smiling at me. I then called Ada. Crisply, I asked her to come to the office I was. She was so happy to hear my voice that she didn’t even notice the tone of my voice. Thirty minutes later, she arrived.

Immediately she came in, she saw me and froze. Her face was a mask of shame and agony. Despite myself, my heart went out to her. Father Peter noticed the tense atmosphere and stood up, went to her and guided her to the seat beside mine. He then went back and sat opposite us.

“Ada,” he began, “Michael had told me what happened between the both of you. He also said that you’ve is a asking for forgiveness. Is that correct?”

With a shaky voice, she replied, “Yes, Father.”

“All right then. But there’s something I need to know, in fact, we need to know. That is, why did you hurt the man who loves you?”

At the mention of the word ‘loves’, my hands tightened on the arm of the chair and I heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Believe me when I say this Father, I never intended to hurt him. Well, not the way it seems. One day, about seven months ago, Chidimma approached me and told me that a boy had hurt her. That after all she did for the guy, he later turned on her and stabbed her in the back. She begged me to get her revenge for her. We were very close and I loved her like a sister so I agreed to do what she requested.”

“And what she asked of you was to make him fall for you and then break his heart?” the venerable gentleman asked. When she nodded, he added, “That was some risk you took.”

“Yes, I took a risk. And I agreed to do it because of what I had passed through at the hands of men, alongside my friends.”

Hearing her spout such rubbish filled me rage. I cut in, “I wasn’t the one who hurt you or your friends. As a matter of fact, the reverse was the case.”

“I am truly sorry Michael. But I am saying the truth when I say that I fell in love with you. I came into your life wanting to cause you pain but you showed me that you were different from other men. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I want to come back to you, if you will have me back.” She finished in tears.

Father Peter clapped his hands in joy. “There you have it, Michael. The ball is now in your court. Will you hold on to the hurt and the pain and the humiliation or will you relinquish them and embrace the person you love?”

As he finished his question, I felt my heart constricting in agony. There was no worse pain than this. None at all. Then, slowly but steadily, I let out a deep breath. As I did that, I felt myself unburdened. The pain was ebbing away. After two minutes of silence, I said to Ada:

“Ada, I forgive you. And yes, I will have you back.”

She cried the more, but this time, with joy.

“Tha-thank you… I promise never to hurt you ever again.”

“I believe you,” I replied.

“This is really an auspicious moment. And I’m happy to part of it,” Father Peter said.

Then I surprised everyone in the room, myself most especially. I said to Peter, “Father, with your permission, I would like to do something I believe was cut short before.”

In his own way, he seemed to read my mind and smiled knowingly. I got up from my chair, knelt before Ada, and said, “Ada, in you I found love, in you I found hope, in you I found bliss. We are not perfect but we’re perfect for each other. Let’s make this work. So, I ask you Ada Cynthia Obiora, will you be my wife, for now and forever?”

She was so shocked that she literally was dumbfounded. She was gasping for breath. I just smiled at her and she said the yes breathlessly. I slipped the ring on her finger and hugged her so tightly as if she was the very essence of my being. After I sat down, Father Peter prayed for us, admonishing us to always look out for each other.

Then it was time to leave. “Father, I don’t know how to thank you enough. You really do know the remedy for love. It is indeed Love; loving rightly is the remedy. Thanks very much.”

He smiled and replied, “That will be twenty thousand naira.”

At my shocked look, he laughed and said, “I was just joking my dear. Take care of yourselves.”

We stepped out of his office into the city, into our future. Together.


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