I had waited for long. I couldn’t wait any longer. I never thought the day would come; the red letter day i would set my eyes on her. It’s been long since i did so. I last saw her ages ago and her beautiful face’s snap-shot had completely vanished from my memory. But little did i know that the day had come:the big day i had longed for. It came in the knock at my door. The dreadful fears raised their heads at the epicenter of my being. Many thoughts sprung in my dawn mind. ” Who could this be? This with a hard knock, the thick one: too hard to flung the door open,” I thought to myself. I collected my whole self, gained my composure and made a few strides to the door way. I was nervous: too nervous to even touch the door. At this time? It’s 10pm. Every one is deep in their slumber land. And the knock at my door tells me, something may be wrong. ” What’s wrong? I had just cleared my Land lord. My brother told me that he’s not coming back. Who’s this? What’s wrong?,” I pondered with despair. I stood still with my bile in my throat. I went for the bolt, touched it so gently with my hand shaking and trembling. Perhaps i would be dead the next few minutes. I was in a momentary stupor, an umbrella of nervousness. I prayed fastidiously. I tithed studiously for i shouldn’t fear to check on my creator.
I opened the door wearing a smile because am a kind person. The kind of person with a warm smile and a big heart but i was in a reverie of sort. I collapsed in silence. The figure of a girl sprung in my face: in front of me. She had those eyes: how i liked her eyes. She wore that mischievous smile and oh! that long hair that touched her neck. She had put on my favourite clothes and she knew it. She had a sense of style and i liked that and we built castles in the air that one time she would grace one of those top magazines. Her favourites were African Woman [ indeed she was an African woman], Elle Magazine and Hollywood those of. She was clad in a long flowing skirt, like a gipsy skirt. Behind her was a cloud of darkness punctuated and the stars brightened the sky. Silence ensued after: the silence that normally precedes something significant. An ominous silence. She mouthed words of greetings ”Hi” in her usual soft soothing voice: i liked her voice. But i was aghast and surprised for it was unusual. The greeting was unusual and different from what we normally use. We normally used the Lovey dovey ones: hugs and kisses some times pecks as every Lover under the skun will have to agree with me. It seemingly looked like a jolt of electricity: that of UMEME had just ran up my spine. At that precise moment, it was all clear to me that something is wrong. The catastrophe had laid coiled. ”What did i do to her? What had happened?” Questions like those drew across my dawn mind but what stuck in the craw is, i didn’t have an answer.
” Come inside,” I begged. ”Am fine,’ She hollered and refused to enter my house. She replied with her voice cracked, dripping torrents of Am-Fed-Up. Tears started to sting her eyes as she froze at this spectacle. She started sobbing hysterically. She sobbed. Her shoulders shook with spasms of grief and pain: the excruciating pain. Her lips quivered and mumbled inaudible words as tears flooded her cheeks. She cried and weeped as she looked at me. Her whole body convulsed and vibrated as she stood there, sobbing. At that precise moment, it all became clear to me. Clear and dark at the same time, a permissible oxymoron. I felt my strength ebb.
” Come on darling, please tell me, what’s wrong? What? Why?,” I questioned. ”Nothing, nothing and continuous nothings,” She mumbled between sobs.
” Please don’t. Don’t, please i beg,” She shrieked as i tried to come nigh to her. Her voice sounded like a haunted voice, a voice for someone who hadn’t spoken in many months like a death row inmate. Yes, a death row inmate.
My heart was galloping away, and blood thumping at my eyes like a Mayan drum. ”There is something i wanted to tell you,” She said, this time with a stern look at her face. I knew something is truly wrong, something bad: too bad like a buzzing mosquito in your ear.
” Eddie [that’s my name], umm umm it’s over.,” She made her statement like a judge would on walk-to-work misdemeanors.
A very deep ugly silence followed seconds after. She went on to cry the more. Like a wounded animal, a profound and pained cry. The power of grief etched deep on her face. She cried a lot something that was so unusual. I remembered totally expunged of emotions. Now, i felt nothing. I was like a shell: totally nothing.
” Bbbb..buuut wait a bit. Wait and i ask. Wait and explain,” I tried to engage her and explain myself. My plea was, i had no knowledge about what she had said. It’s over? Just like that? No. It’s impossible, verily. Those words stabbed my heart: deep at the core of what makes me human. An excruciating stab that seared through my insides bringing with it unbearable pain. What stuck in the craw though was she showed me her back. Her nice back complete with her well shaped, yes, a well shaped booty as she ran out of my way. She took off with out saying a word: She ran grieving and cursing with uncontrollable wordage flowing.
”Please Honey[ like i used to call her and i would some times call her my exquisite Mona Lisa: A foolish notion i had borrowed from a Nick Carter novel] come back, stop, please, please,” I yelled. But it was whistling in the wind. It looked like she was fed up. Fed up of what? That was my question. I had done nothing. Nothing i new at all. Something that would render her act like that. Like a wounded Lioness. She was crying, i was crying too. I tried my level best, like my best to stop, to talk her down but she refused. The whole night was as horrible as a grave yard. Why not a tomb? yes, like a tomb. I cried, i stood up, i walked, from that side to that side. I punched the walls like Golola Moses would punch a one Nagy. I did so. I punched the concrete, I didn’t feel any pain. She had vanished. Just like that. Yes, just like that.