He fell in love with a song from the late 1970s’, Still Searching by Bongos Ikwue. It was one of his father’s favorites and his mother always swayed to it each time it played. He loved the song so much that he played it after tying the knots, in his car, in the house, in his office and anywhere else he could.
I've been searching for
For true love
And I'm gonna
keep on searching
Till I find.
Nothing good comes easy
Best I know
Gonna keep on searching
Till I find...
For an obvious reason his wife hated this song and wanted him to stop listening to it. She said it’s the worst song for a happily married couple.
‘This old school, honey reminds me of the good old days. That’s all.’ He said as if present days were bad.
‘Give it up,’ she said, ‘Can’t stand it. Can’t just stand it.’
His brows heaved up and his eyes narrowed when he saw her red eyes. She was certainly reading meanings into why he listened to the song. None of his explanations made her feel better about why he listened to the song. For him it’s about the sound, nothing else. He loves the sound, a lot.
He couldn’t just stop. Not yet. Not ever.
One day he came home and she was gone. She left him a note;
I hope you find your true love. If I’m the one, get rid of that song and come get me. You have only twenty four hours starting from now. – Love
He glared at the note. Such a trivial matter! How could she?
But he had to choose between her and his choicest old school song.
He got rid of the entire album and wondered if his father could have done the same for his mum.