James
C. Onyebuchi.
The epilepsy of power
distribution in this remote ‘loco’ – Ekosodin - has climaxed to almost
everything not working. Everyone is complaining! The pacific atmosphere that
nature ordinarily affords in wee, near-end and nocturnal hours is exchanged for
uninteresting and inharmonious noise mixed with pungent smells of fumes
produced by petrol engines. The fans are practicably not working. Charging of
mobile phones becomes ‘wahala’ for those of us, short of
‘personal-power-supplying’ machine. These add up against palatable and
tranquilized rest. Ironing of wears will be left for another story in days to
come. Let’s leave it there!
The extent of her proximity with
me is mistaken for ‘boo-bae’ intimacy. What am I even saying? Did I just say
mistaken? In fact, those who confess that our closeness is practically intimate
are not culpable in their submission. We really are close. Almost everyone that
knows us will testify to this. Sitting together in classroom, taking selfies
effortlessly, spending qualitative times together and more were our routine. I
think Cupid may either have made a half-match for us or it has something
greater for us in future. I think am missing something. A description of her
becomes necessary at this time.
Embellished with the exotic
colour that unmistakably identifies African person, she is unblemished by
western colouration. Her feminine build is garnished by endowments such that
her ‘nkiru’ and ‘nkeazu’, as Vitalis Nwankwo would hold, is incontestable. She
is just but beautiful. She also stays in Ekosodin. But let’s leave it there!
The classroom yesterday was
half-filled while the long fan that hung to the ceiling unceasingly supplied
cool breeze. To be sure, the powerful air the fan generated coupled with the weather
was really sleep-inviting. (I quickly whispered to her ears) She smiled but in
matter of minutes, ‘Morpheus’ took her for prey!
Verily, the intellectual
breakfast with Dr. Val Obinyan was ‘enwisdomizing’, graceful and satisfying. African
political philosophy was the dish on our academic dining table. The Lecturer’s
voice was loud, his diction was to taste and embellished with phonetics even as
he rapped his lectures and danced along, yet she was dozing off!
Remember that I said there was
poor or almost no power supply at our residence. Fortunately, there is always,
if not for few moments of outage, light in school and I must confess that fresh
air in classroom is always special, charming, desired and however you may wish
to describe it. You could but not blame her for dozing off. She did not sleep
with fan the previous night and most probably did not sleep well.
Disturbed by her sleep, with
great concern on what she was already missing and gripped with fear that the
sleep could be transferred to me any moment from then, I gently tapped her on
her laps. Feeling the softness and the warmness of my hands, she woke up. Then
she mildly and with her charming smile turned to me and said “I KNOW! YOU HAVE
BEEN LOOKING FOR OPPORTUNITY TO TOUCH ME!
Already charmed by her smiles, I said: THIS WILL FORM MY
STORY! What do you think?
3 comments:
I do think more lies to the story than we heard
Like what Cally?
Hmm! that was awesome. But, If you were not thinking of touching her, who should?
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