All Roads Led To Ilorin

There are a handful of friends for whom I would willingly experience some discomfort to show how much I value them.

Yinka or rather, Yinkus Minkus as I fondly call him, is one of such friends. 

One reason being that he will do (and has done) the same for me without my asking and him expecting absolutely nothing in return.

And it amazes me because we haven't been friends for the longest time, which just further proves the fact that friendship isn't about the number of years you've known each other, but about the significant moments you've shared together. 

Okay, I think I've done enough with the touchy-feely-mushiness because truth be told, this nigga is one of the craziest humans I know and shouldn't be described with such sane words. So this is me switching back to our status quo. 

Now back to the essence of the post. 

Last year, before he relocated to the United States to practice medicine (after Rona tried it's possible best not to allow that happen), I excitedly helped him plan an intimate proposal dinner for his then girlfriend. 

PS: I'm the plug for that kind of gig. So holla at your girl *wink* 

Fast forward to a couple of months ago, dude invites me to his wedding and makes it seem like it was going to hold in Lagos, and of course, there was no way I was going to miss it. 

And then he sends me the invite a couple of weeks later, and the location read 'Ilorin' which is in Kwara state, a place I have never been to and never thought I'd go to in the nearest future. 

*Excuse my French in the subsequent text, seeing as that is how he and I address each other more often than not. I'll try my very best to be subtle* 

Apparently, the motherfucker 'tricked' me into committing to attending his wedding knowing that I won't turn back on my word, irrespective of where it was going to take place. 

The idiot knows me too well. 

Smdh. Such a hoodlum.

To top it off, he sorted out my hotel booking, which also happened to be at the wedding venue, so there was no excuse for me not to come through, whether I had to get there by road, air, or worst case scenario, by sea. 

But the fact is, even if he didn't help with that, I would have still figured out a way nonetheless, for obvious reasons (refer to the first paragraph) 

And yes, being there to celebrate with the asshole was absolutely worth it. 

So here I am, typing this on my ride back to Lagos, knowing that the back ache from going on a 5 hour road trip twice in two consecutive days will not compare to this feeling of fulfilment. 

And on that note, congratulations again Yinkus Minkus! Now go forth and procreate! My one prayer is that at least one of your offspring will not be as insane as you are. 

xxxx

Your favourite 'Beech' aka 'Kikilicious' 

Yep, that's what he calls me, amongst other foolish names. I told you he's not normal.  

In other related news, Yinkus has a very engaging blog called Dr. Chitchatter, which I dare say that I prompted him to start (also which I am very proud that he did). Each post is definitely worth reading, trust me. 

You should check it out by starting off with his latest post titled, Till Death Do Us Part?