And she stole my Heart
I could feel the pounce. My
heart was quirking. I was hardly in control in the minutes I saw and was around
her. I wasn’t so sure of what had happened to me but it was obvious my emotions
have sold me out. This was my greatest weakness. I asked myself if everyone has
such control except a woman; it was a magnetic effect. I had to manage the
silence I maintained until an hour later when I will be bold to approach this
damsel.
As I drove home. I was shrewd
in my thoughts yet my passion and excitement of the moment was unusual. I knew
I was in for a long night of thoughts, dreams and desires that had to wait long
for the day to come. Ordinarily, weekends were short but this one was long. I
wanted Monday to be here on Sunday.
After Church that Sunday, I recounted the
“incidence”. That was how best I could describe as it was momentary how a lady
with natural hair passed in front of me in class. Of course, I didn’t notice
the first time until she passed closer. She came close to my seat to say hello
to a friend and housemate. They have been close unlike me if I were regular for
classes. I was enjoying the leverage of post graduate programmes.
Once the last lecture for the
day was over, I rushed in search of her. I wanted to know her associates and
perhaps say ‘hello ‘to her and or try to trace her thereafter. My luck had
“full network” that evening. My guts were overwhelming and unusual of me in
what I will do. As I turned after exchanging pleasantries, I noticed the hair
and her gown. The ‘Tailor’ had done a good job as it was ‘fitted’. I showed her
shape and ‘killer curves’, her hair was just perfect. I love natural hair with
the relaxed, curled and allow to ‘fly’. At this point I had a full glimpse of
her that engendered my next steps.
As I walked towards her, she
was exchanging pleasantries with friends. I heard a name I thought was hers and
repeated same name two days later. It was her friend’s name though but it
struck the first attention I got. I requested “Please can I snap (take a
photograph of you) you?” I love pictures and that shot was definitely going to
be a nice one. When she turned, I noticed a smile. Another thing I loved and
nothing was stopping me. I took advantage of the jovial mode when she resented
and begrudged though jovially. She requested for a fee and I quickly replied
“you be Igbo Girl”. She smiled and walked away hurriedly. To me, I had made a
mark. I knew in my heart I won’t let go, I loved the hair and gown! That’s all.
I knew Monday will come soon
and I was prepared to chat her on Watsup. How else can we say Thank you to
social media? In no time, we connected. The issue with her name came up again.
We engaged like I have never done before. I appeared before her at her work
place and that turned on the ignition. Perhaps emotions repeated the actions of
the last Saturday: I was practically deaf except for “are you surprised?” Her
smile was awesome and as always through our moments. It is a distinguishing
feature I loved and admired always
As the days rolled away into
weeks and months, it wasn’t the gown that held me to her. She had won my heart
in unimaginable ways. We became friends of a sort. The zest with which I
existed in these moments could only be compared to ‘measuring the temperature
of a place with a barometer’. Odd indeed!
The
New Road
It was definitely a new route
I was taking. Entangled in my thoughts, I stood akimbo at the corner when she
arrived and didn’t notice she was there. I was practically boiling. Her smile
melted all that had happened in the past days and minutes. This was all I wanted.
She had savaged the times and healed so fast the bleeding wounds. I have been
scared of commitment but sure this was the end of the road.
I had assumed that was
obsession, the feeling was to the weddings I had been attending coupled with
some pressures. I was sure I have managed these beyond their control. I was
preoccupied with her and sidelined all the rules. I felt myself actin strange
but this was to me normal. No world or wall was standing between us. All that
was happening was creating moments that defined us. Each convinced me of the
limitlessness of passion.
Basically, I was possessed and
my thoughts were enveloped in pursuit of love. This could be likened to women
glued to Telemundo. I would wait for close of work and sometimes lunch was
perfect meeting point though brisk. In another way, I was remoted by her
thoughts and where I wanted us to be. Poetry was just at the soul expression. Close of work hours were just perfect moments
I looked up. I was a good cook I presume. I didn’t expect anyone to tell me so
including the ‘sharp’ ‘sharp’ recipes I had mastered. I wanted these skills on
display but she was a better cook. We did cook the “concoction rice “often and
learnt how to prepare garden egg sauce.
In a thousand ways, I imagined
of how to ask her to “marry me” that will freeze her. I felt like I was a
Husband and fantasized the roles even though the ‘baby mama’ ideas roamed in my
‘stupid. I had seen myself dropping my kids at schools and going to church with
her and the baby. I pictured the family visits and those proud “women gist
“about “my Husband”. I had thrown caution to the wind and the scariest words of
“I love” became so close for comfort. I have been largely selfish as I wanted
it to be about me. I never wanted any of the moments to go by.
to be contd
Sontyo Jimin
Endless poetry
