As you read this, I may be fast asleep in lala land. Or I may be awake listening and meditating as the sound of my heartbeat reminds me to be grateful.
It. Is. Another. Day.
Why am I sounding like this though? Aren’t you supposed to be reading another of my stories on boys?
Wait. Let. Me. Guess.
You want to know who the next boy is. Tell me, this girl must have been a crazy young girl, huh. I know. But not as crazy as you think.
As I write this, all I hear is the sound from the standing fan, the sound of crickets and I see the thick colour of darkness diluted by the lights outside.
You are wondering where this is taking you to, right? I know. I’m wondering too. Heck! I don’t even know what I’m writing. I honestly want to tell you about another boy. But I have to wait till I meet Another Boy.
I’m thinking “What’s he doing now?” , “Is he awake?” “Is he thinking of me?”
Ehen. I just remembered something. It’s not about a boy but a bird I met yesterday.
New born.
Beautiful.
Gracious.
Innocent.
Fresh.
Strong.
Itching to learn.
As the sky changed it’s colour at will and the rain basked in it’s glory threatening to rain, I prayed to the creator to let the sun win.
“It’s February Lord and this bird needs love” I prayed.
Who am I to have my prayers answered but He did.
This bird for some reason reminds me of a guy I met in my first year. As I stood with my girl Frances, he walked up to me and said “brightness of the sun”.
I looked at him and wondered what he meant. He repeated himself.
It dawned on me that our dear brother, Senior Brother in Newbie in Toasting Women Ministries was trying to use me for rehearsal. I turned to him and said ” Not today”.
I zoomed off. I still laugh whenever I remember that guy.
Year one days though.
Okay. Okay. Back to the boys.
Kene. Victor. Henry. Chike.
But I’m wondering if you haven’t had enough of my boy stories.
I hear you say “I haven’t”
As much as you laugh and smile and love, I hope you learn and be alert. Love is deep and for every moment you stay in love, there is every tendency to sink. That’s what world people refer to as ‘mumu button’.
But no, you have chosen love against all odds.
I’m sorry I am not telling you about a boy today. That’s because I don’t even know the next story to tell. My fingers itched and it got us here.
So. Here. We. Are.
I remember. I remember. Yes, there is one story you need to know. How it ends, I don’t know but you need to know.
We were friends for 8 years. We didn’t know it was 8 years to plan the end of the road.
You should know about this one. I will do you the favour.
But here I am wondering if you really want to know.
