Amina says that sadness is more contagious than happiness. She says that when one person is sad, the sadness has the tendency to spread. She says it spreads even faster than a wild fire. The vacation before this, Amina was crying in the bus as we rode into Abuja. What is wrong? I asked. Is it because your phone is missing? Dont worry about it. You can always get another one. Aminas tears had me troubled. And as we rode under the sky, I could feel pieces of my heart break and evaporate into the sun. The sun was shinning like steel. I was sad because Amina was sad. The sun was happy while we were sad. The sun stole our joy like duralumin. I do not want to live my life pretending that Amina is happy all of the time. I want to acknowledge that there would be days of sadness, days when she wouldnt look into my eyes with fire. In the midst of it all; I want to be there for her, in quiet. Just listening to her soul bleed whilst I be there to transfuse whatever blood I have left. I want to be her blood donor. Amina is asking me if she should take my last facebook post literally. The one about me thinking that maybe I love her. I tell her she shouldnt. I tell her its fiction. Why didnt you kiss me that day in school? I ask. I dont know. I guess I was just thinking about how awkward things would get between us if we saw the next day, she says. Its a lie. Its because I was smelling. You know you said my armpit was smelling that day. That is why I had to use my body spray for you. You probably thought my mouth was smelling too, I say. Amina is laughing. She is saying I Swear That Is Not It. I tell Amina: Or maybe you didnt want to kiss me because your own mouth was smelling, Amina is laughing. She says I should continue yabbing her, that my own turn would come. I tell Amina that for our first kiss we should probably lick Tom Tom, or Lemon plus so that whenever we look back wed forever remember our kiss as the Lemon plus kiss. Amina says No. That it should happen naturally. Why should we have to prepare for something that should be spontaneous? She says. I tell Amina that ok, I agree. But let us make sure we brush on that day. Amina says that I am not serious, she says that I should get out. I tell Amina sweet dreams. I promise to call her tomorrow morning, but Amina says ok, bye bye. Why do you always do that? I say. What? She asks. Its the way you tell me Bye Bye. Like you dont feel anything for me, I say. Ah ah now, Kelvin. How else would you have me say Bye Bye? She asks. Say it like you love me, I say. Ok, Kelvin. Sweet dreams, and Baiiiiiiiiiiii, she drags softly. Aminas voice is melting my soul, and very soon my body would turn to slippery ice cream. Tonight is going to be a good night, because Amina told me Baiiiiiiii. Michael Ogah.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 06:23:59 +0000
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