Flap. Flap. Flap. So went my slipper on the cemented passage. My steps were in much haste yet less speed. I was negotiating with compromise as I walked elegantly. Taking up every space. My journey that evening wasn’t to affront any human, it was to confront my fear and say very cuddling words. I was ready to meddle and my tight- skirt betrayed my sincerity. I knew people would think otherwise but I didn’t care. I wanted to speak,smile and hold unto something. I made a sweet decision two weeks ago. How I would hold his hand or hold unto him with my eyes just to tell him that I’m ready. I’m ready to accept his life in tangle with mine. He mentioned that we date but my heart was shy. It left me speechless. Now. Just now that I have become friends with the bold spirit. I was going to sing with him in the same tune. He will like my flowers I thought.

My knock called him out. He opened and I went in with a smile. Seeing his face most times felt like victory. Light and bold. He smiled too and walked pass me to his kitchen. He was sort of busy I guessed so I made use of my eyes. His giant bed was still in the middle of the right side of the room. His wardrobe close to the bed. A table topped by pretty stuff was by the left, a black chair beside it. I usually sat on it so that I could roll around the insufficient space of the house. I once told my friend that Sammy had a rolling chair, the type in her father’s office. My long bottom infused into the chair and I started rolling as usual starring at the small inspirational quotations written on pieces of paper pinned to his wall.

The feeling that his small house brought was familiar but that day he appeared nonchalant in the realms of my IQ. I padded to the kitchen and starred from behind but he , to himself lauded, ‘Go seat and wait for me I don’t like people starring at me while I’m in the kitchen.’ I hesitated but he…. ‘look I’m kind of busy. You shouldn’t just have shown up in my house like that. Don’t watch just go.’ I got pinched and retired to my position. That was a shock! When he reappeared I spoke, ‘What was that. Am I now people that I can see you in the kitchen besides why can’t I come in as far as you are home.’ And he vomited, ‘You should have called at least look sometimes I’m just busy.’ His words were beginning to pierce like thorns. That was another shock. My mouth opened again….’I saw you coming back from a shop and I decided to come around so why are you sounding like I made a mistake.’ He repeated a nonsense, ‘Not that I was just busy anyway you look pretty I just wonder what we should be doing’ Every of his words shook me to puzzle. I blinked and….’What are you saying? Must we do something? Are you not happy that I came…like you just seeing me. So we must have sex just because it happened before?’

His face was forming into a snare. To imaging how his mouth opened to pour out debris. I refused to calculate what next he had in his jar. And my mind and body couldn’t receive his assaults in forms of greediness. A prayer warrior who was a sexual begger. A person to me that was becoming everything. So I cancelled and fell out of his house. It was dark behind his door where I laid to recall our fading moments. When he drew me in that chair to himself and squeezed my thighs but my hands jacked him away. When he said even if you are in your special ovary days, it’s still good to have sex no need to worry, my doctor friend told me like I was his stupid wife. When he exposed his manhood before me running his fingers around it just to ensure my succumb. When I reached for his door but he pushed my life away saying he could slap. In the time I almost yessed, my pants were down to my knees, his mouth about to make mockery of my feminine palace again. It felt pleasing but to him who was desperate, I gave nothing out of my gold. A good decision crowned my brain. My panties ran back...

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