"Do you believe in love?"Asked Ngozi for the second time .No denying the fact,he had heard her ask the question at first.He believed in love and wanted to tell this to her.He also hated the fact that love was unfair and he wanted to let her in on this too;but how could he do this without compromising his emotions?
He had lost to the game of love in the ages past and now it was happening again. Love was about to rob him of a pearl for the second time.The first time,"love" had come disguised in black robes as "death" and stolen away his mum.He had fought helplessly at a loss.He had thought he was going to die but had managed to pull through.He had then locked the seat of his emotions and had thrown the keys to sea.He swore never to get so emotionally attached again.Love had had its last laugh ,or so he thought and as the years went by,he continued in strength .Triumphant and relentless he had felt:But then nature in its cruelty ,ushered her into the picture. . ...
Their friendship was built on platonic basis.They had turned out to be very fond of themselves overtime,hardly ever letting a day go by without hanging out together.Mornings and evenings met them trading stories about each other.They shared their deepest secrets.
Often at times they laid on the mat in the moonlight counting the stars and deliberating on the mysteries of astrolatry.They could argue for long hours about things of little importance. He knew he had fallen for her.He also wanted her as his girlfriend but was afraid to ask. He feared the relationship would loose its savory if she didn't feel the same way and turned him down.
Often he found himself mumbling a few words of prayers for her.He spent long hours into the night writing love notes describing how soft her body felt against his and how her skin glowed like finely polished clay beneath the moonlight and of how he craved to kiss her ruby red lips.These letters however, always ended up beneath his pillow.The thought of showing them to her left him emasculated.Nonetheless this particular evening,he was letting the cat out of the bag."Am a man and I can do it"were the words he mumbled as he laid besides her.
The moon was unusually thinned out this evening,casting upon them shadows of light.They both wanted to acknowledge this but somehow let the topic slide.He started to say something and she also opened her mouth spontaneously too."Okay you go first"he suggested."My boyfriend and I are back together "she said in a low and happy tone.
The words sank into him with the speed with which a stone sank into a shallow lake.Nonetheless their effect lingered on in latency for a few seconds.To him the earth had come to a stand still.He knew he had lost again;but this time to armageddon.He felt his mouth go dry and his throat burn.His intestines were filled with gas.He tried adjusting his buttocks as they felt sweaty. He passed out flatus in silence to relieve his insides of the tension.At this moment ,he appreciated the moon for its epileptic illuminance and appreciated the act of "Astrolatry"for he thought the dim light prevented her from seeing the emotions etched on his face.He was lost in the oblivion of his thoughts and didn't notice her wipe the tears streaming down his checks . .....culled from"My deepest thoughts". ..... Frank Bambam