I looked all the figure standing a few meters away from me…and my heart skipped a beat! I couldn’t really fathom why that was happening to me, when I had dedicated so much time to trying to identify my emotions. I’ve never been caught in such a web before. No! because I don’t have a soft heart but more out of the fact that I’ve always been known to bide my time before throwing in for anyone. Social recklessness was out of the question, that had never been my style
But Jennifer’s case had been a puzzle which I had no solution to. Where do I have to start from? Was through that nature was very generous with her. Presenting a perfect stature- trim, tall, accurately cut and precisely dotted compartments, embellished externally with a chocolate complexion which create some alluring sensation accentuated by the flukes of tiny hair, that ran through the appropriate portions of her body made all the mark.
That fact is quite undisputable and she’s pretty. Her looks were out of way!
There was something naturally spectacular about her that attracted me the way nectar attracts insects. I had the natural likeness for her which had its roots in the very base of my heart- just the portion that counted most.
Her very presence shook the roots of my existence, melting me like a pack of ice of heat. My love for her seemed to increase with each passing day, throwing my psycho emotional defence into shambles and , making a
mockery of my childish resistance. Did I say childish resistance? ….
What more; when with all the determination and resolution, I still see
blue in her eyes muffling my subtle vocal abbression, my final resolve to
say: good bye!!!
I had met Jennifer when I visited her room with one of my room-mates .
We had gone to see my guy’s babe, Prisca who happened to be Jennifer’s friend and room-mate.
”Since that was the first time I was going there,”! wasn’t particularly active in their discussion. In fact, I didn’t just say anything all, through, our stay apart from the expected exchange of pleasantries. My eyes simply moved from one part of the room to the other like a standing fan, taking its tine to rest on Prisca’s friend. The way she talked, the sincerity in her voice, the appeal that emanated from them, all caught my fancy. It wasn’t until we were on our way back to the hostel that I told my ‘friend about the emotional riot that was gradually building up in my mind.
“Ben-O, who’s that other babe you were having a gist with?”, I inquired casually, my face remaining expressionless.
“You mean Jennifer?”, Ben asked sharply, smiling.
“If that is her name”, I replied, feigning not to have taken note of that.
“She is Prisca’s room-mate and her close friend too. Anything about her?”
I smiled and nodded in response, slowing down our walking pace.
“Man … there’re so many things about that babe that hold me captive” ,
I had begun.
“She seems to have tickled some kind of chemistry in me. It’s like •.. ”
“Ken-O'”, Ben interrupted, laughing hysterically.
I knew him too well to be embarrassed by his sudden outburst. Despite my effort to be serious, I found myself infected by his laughter.
“No -no … Ben”, I managed to blab in between laughter. I meant’ every inch of what I’ve just said. I like the babe”.
He managed to stop laughing and fixed a’ piercing gaze’ on me, his eyes beaming with excitement.
“Are you serious?”, he inquired, stopping in his tracks. I nodded with interest. Ben skipped over a shallow culvert by the roadside and sat under a tree adjacent us. I walked over and joined him without saying a word. We were then a few yards away from our hostel.
Apart from the electric, lamps fitted at strategic positions, the full blown
moon also added a great deal of splendour to the night, casting its
shadow on virtually everything around us. The cool night breeze that fluttered and kept the trees dancing to it rhythm, filtered through my nerves, arousing sensations that enveloped me.
Ben looked at me mischievously.
“Ken ~O~·, he called out, smiled, and paused briefly. “You don’t ‘have any
problem, she’s be gonna ~ yours one – time …” he assured, sounding very confident of himself. He had given me the babe’s curriculum vitae and warmed me against making any fake move. A game plan was drawn up immediately on how I was going to track down the babe,
We hinged our hope on her promise to visit our room with Prisca. Life continued as usual, with hope turning into expectation, which in turn had its stretch on the mind. It was after two days that everything took a dramatic turn. The romantic coup de’etat had worked! And our queen of the pack beefed-up her defence, I had to allow some seconds to pass, to properly assimilate the implications of the news Ben had just broken to me.
“Ken-o, yawa don ga-as”, he blurted out, advancing towards the
balcony from the entrance.
I looked sharply at him, eager to know what was in the pipeline, still
holding on to the shirt I was washing.
“Wetin happen?”, I asked.
“Men .. Prisca has leaked our move to her friend”, he informed.
“Babes in – their childish excitement”.
He moved his hand in mock surrender.
I allowed my mind to take a quick dive, dimming my eyes slowly.
“How come she knows about the deal?, You told her, ehn?’ ‘
“I had no option but to let her know. She was beginning to think I had
an ulterior motive. You know women and their suspicion”. He replied leaning on the rail.
“So how do we get out of this? You have-put things in a tight comer.
But she for no tell-am anything”. I didn’t really know how to approach the
issue.
Ben smiled at me: “Easy, she’s already in the game, we’ve got to play
it willy-nilly. I take the initiative of talking to her this evening, is that okay by you?”
I smiled and nodded. He walked over and entered the room. Before I could settle back to my washing, the music from the room increased in volume. The sound box was humming Keith Martin’s, “Never Find Someone Like You”. I shook my head.· Ben and his penchant for loud music, I mumbled.
…To Be Continued
