Into the mind of an ‘APROKO’ – “I was there!”
‘Aproko is like pomo’, this was said by my best friend. What he meant was, just like ‘pomo’ has no nutritional value to a human’s diet so is ‘aproko‘ in a person’s database.
Events of the last few weeks made me revisit this subject of ‘aprokoness’ again. A friend of mine told me her experience and granted permission to tell her story.
Darasimi Agboola and Oluwamurewa Sanni had been friends for about four years. Their friendship did not go beyond occasional ‘hellos’ and ‘his’ over the years and whenever they had the opportunity to meet; they spent some time catching up. Sometime last year, Dara and ‘Murewa found themselves worshipping in the same fellowship so they decided to update their contact details. Soon the occasional ‘hellos’ turned to a daily communication. Before they realised it, they were hanging out more than they planned to. It soon became time for them to define their relationship.
Dara and ‘Murewa were not the type of people that worked with an assumption. In January, ‘Murewa asked Dara if they could start dating officially. Dara did not see the sense in making him wait like her other friends would have, so, instantly she told him yes. ‘I was even going to ask what exactly we were up to because your name is the only one that appears on my phone log these days’, Dara said with a smile. They agreed to keep the relationship a secret and let people assume they were still the kind of friends they had been for years. Whenever they were at the fellowship, they had no intimate conversations and never hung out where any of their fellowship members would run into them.
‘Murewa asked to see Dara’s parents although Dara had no idea why ‘Murewa kept insisting to meet her parents so they met officially in March. His excuse was that he was tired of acting whenever they were at the fellowship. ‘I have an awesome babe and I want the world to know’, ‘Murewa said causing Dara to flush. Soon after the meeting with her parents, some of their members got wind of the true picture of their relationship. That was the beginning of ‘aprokoness’.
By April, Dara and ‘Murewa started having gist flow back to them. Trust nau! Gist that had all sorts of variations from the original story; their phones started receiving messages like it was traffic on ‘third mainland bridge’ on a week day at its peak hour. Some people had the guts to walk up to them to ask questions like
‘Ehn ehn! When did you people start dating?’
‘How come it was him you chose Dara when I have been in this fellowship before he came?’
‘But you know that girl Dara is a snob ‘Murewa, how are you going to deal with her weird behaviour?’
The one that really ticked ‘Murewa off was when two guys in his service unit walked up to him and they started talking a lot of nonsense; Dara told me he chose not to repeat. The aspect of the talk he could not help repeating was when he said the guys said
‘Remember I was there when it all started o. We even knew Dara before you came here sef so we can boldly say “I was there!”‘
‘Murewa was so annoyed according to Dara and he could not fathom why people thought that his relationship with Dara was any of their business. He was beginning to wonder what would have happened if they were not discrete about their relationship. Dara did not know whether to laugh or scream when she was sharing her experience.
I was once again amazed by the ‘aprokoness’ of people including myself. LOL! For some seconds, I had to check myself to make sure I did not fall into the category of people Dara and ‘Murewa were upset with and in a way I realised I did.
My own category would be the category of people who would have been asking in their minds
‘When did these two start dating? So friendship can lead to marriage. Lord do my own o!’
‘Aproko’ I guess is indeed like ‘pomo’; no benefit to our wisdom but we enjoy the acquisition of the information.
*Pomo is Nigerian word that can be classified as ‘beef’.
Aproko Series: Into the mind of an APROKO