AJOKE, you just killed me! In a fleeting glance at her magical smile, my eyes ran over her body and covered a mile. Absent-mindedly, I dropped my file and all the documents required for my admission got washed away by the Nile. Mum said I am a fool, dad said I am a bull; my friends said that was cool, but personally in my doom, I felt like drowning myself in a pool. Oranges that appeared in-between the collars, made my life slipped out of my hands like broilers. All the certificates that couldn’t have been bought by dollars got thrown out of my field like footballers. But yet the lady never knew that her elegance has broken my zeal. If Sunnepa of Chemistry senses the way I feel, he would doubt if the lady is real. Her beauty could kill; it has indeed broken my will. Her type of girl is few, in fact, I wonder if with her I could strike a deal, to take me out of The Foolishmen Crew, tend to my needs and see if my wounds could heal, take my proposal and cast off the seal, then take me to a hill, where I can happily kneel and shout to the whole world of the way I feel, that I’ve found a love and it’s not a film. Ajoke is her name, but when I finally presented my claim, she rejected my game without even minding to know my aim. Maybe if I had not called her a dame, perhaps, she could have surrendered to be tamed, listen to my claim, reason with my aim and even ask what was my name. She could have respected my fame and played my game. Well, my excuse is lame. If not me, who else deserves a blame? It’s over now; it’s so terrible a shame. When I told the Akinwales, they advised me to stop cavorting in the dark alleys. I tip-toed to Author Right, he discouraged withdrawing from the fight. I sought the counsel of Tomere Dubamo, he sang a song of Brymo. I then consulted a Hall Chancellor called Oko Wándé, he asked me to come back on Sunday. I phoned Kcino; he referred me to ESA President, Walyntinho. Oh if I had gone to Ocheje Peters, maybe my heart wouldn’t have been as sour as Yoyo Bitters. In my dripping courage I planned a way, and on a Sunday like this I went to the market, purchased some gift items and pieces of bed sheets that a woman could lay. If she beholds my gifts, I wondered what she would say. In that shining sun however, I was ready to make the hay, so I launched my jet on this glorious day. When I reached her door, I looked at the sky and the floor. Then I knocked on the door softly, anxiously waiting for her eyes to behold my gifts which were obviously costly. And of course the door slid open, but my half naked junior blood brother was who appeared at the door, I was shaken. Before I could ask any question, the captor of my heart has appeared from another section, thrown herself upon my brother and started showering him with kisses and affection. My heart suddenly lost its pericardial fluid and experienced a friction. As I write now, if I must say the truth; I’m suffering from a tension. Why do fools fall in love with those that don’t give a damn? Why do brothers have to seek planting their different seeds on the same farm? Why do ladies put men’s racing hearts into a traffic jam? Why didn’t she allow me to discuss my conditions to understand my term? Oh Ajoke, you just killed me; you just slaughtered me like a ram and blew the alarm. I will tell everyone of how you’ve torn my arm. Don’t slip a coin into my palm; I’m already out of my patience, not for a minute will I be calm. Damn!
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:10:11 +0000
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