SHOULD I LOVE? A SHORT STORY. She looked extremely gorgeous with a pointed nose and really fair in complexion. Average in height she was, and such a lovely tiny voice but 18 den;the amorous of dem all was her lovly eyes like Leah of the bible. she was a no talking type bt always adorned in her prestige of quietness and respect. She was difrent frm d oda gals in d skul den. She engages her self in no mundane life like d oda gals, she seemed to hav a focus--she was frm poor family; a family only 2 children, herself and a tender yonger sister. Dia was no son and her father was dead, so she wanted to comfort her mother by living a decent life and working hard in skul dat one day it shall be well. Then one day we met; it was a day she was molested or rather maltreated by my fellow functionary over no tangible reason (later I discovered she resisted his advance). In as much as i was a functionary den, i hated mans inhumanity to man, so in a radical way i kicked against such evil abuse of power and later released her. (i went my own way after i have done wat my conscience deemed right). I was in my classroom wen I was told by my classmate dat somebody was looking for me, Bonnke as i was fondly called. So, i went out and it happened to be d same gal, she came to thank me. Like a magnetor, our eyes met and stayed thus for about 3minutes. Her eyes has arrested me and vice versa. It was the first time in my life to experience such; instantly dia was a transfer and mixture of emotions, she has a lovely eyes. Our eyes has passed information, bt an unknown one. Suddenly she brought her eyes down in loyalty, started looking down on the ground drawing a map with her foot. u sent for me, right? I asked. yes she said, i came to thank u for saving me from d hands of those functionaries.I was moved, and consciously or unconsciously i dont know, but i saw my hand gradually stretching towards hers, and i held her hand and she pulled no resistance. it ok i said as we started to go to dia class. wen such happens again, dnt hesitate to send for me, okay? she nodded. I felt for her, as innocent and quiet as she is, d functionaries dont want her to rest. As she was abt to enta her class, and i abt to turn to mine again, she turns bak and innocently and humbly she stares at my eye ball tnk u, senior! she said. Our eyes has met again, and tears started runnning down her cheecks. I didnt reply her bt was calmly looking @ her. I wanted to shed tears for no tangible reason, bt like my father always tells me, i decided to be a man. I wanted to say somtin bt couldnt inorder not to become effeminate cos my tears might run down too. I nodded in a proval of her appreciation and quietly turned towards my classroom. In as much as i hav decided to avoid women and mind my studies, i couldnt sleep dat night. A kind of feeling overwhelmed me dat i even came down frm my bed to cast out dis temptation, bt d more i prayed the more d feeling escalates. I finali went bak to my bed and with time, i fell asleep and suddenly i dreamt; d dream was all about dat charming innocent gal, we played at the outskirt of my clan, EGU EKE. Den i woke up, hmmmm! Bonnke in love. Dat same day in d skul, d same boy called me, bonnke, somebody want to see u! i went out and met d gal. She saw me and shifted and i was trying by all means to be a man and control myself. Bt one tin always betray me-- my eyes. She had a bag with her, a blak one. good morning she said. how ar u, Chioma? i replied. She was a bit happy and was smiling (may be bcs i called her by her name). i brought smtin for u and she handed d bag to me. I peeped inside and saw dat d bag contains plenty of peeled oranges. It was peeled with razor blade and d paralel lines made by the razor blade on d oranges made it extremely thriling. wow! Is it bcs of wat happened yestday dat u went and suffer urself to dis extent bringing all dis oranges for me?. She smiled. we hav an Orange tree she said and i decided to pluck some for u. I looked at her and she too looked @ me. We are now a bit free, both smiling as we looked at each oda (she is extremely beautiful). I dropped d bag, nt minding it was in d skul environment. I stetched forth my two hands and pulled her by her two shoulders as we face each oda. She was still smiling. I wanted to say it, bt i still control myself. thank u! i said and d two of us fell in laughter. She ran to d assembly and i took d orange to my classroom. All d dudes in my classroom couldnt allow me to lick d orange as i wanted. Bt Kenneth, d guy dat always calls me said jokingly meehn! Bonnke is in love ooo! BONNKIIII! Everybody shouted. U no well, Kenneth i jokingly said and we all started laughing again. Den i warned dem all dat no one shud dare punish dat gal again; atleast dis is my own quota as a functionary, everybody laughed again. Throughout dat day, her mood changed and d gal dat was always in a melancholic mood was extremely hapy throughout d whole of dat day. Den somtin hapnd! As i was . Copying my note dat day, Kenneth came to our house. guy, Bonnke wetin u do dat gal? wetin i do her as how na?. Bonnke u no go understand! Do u know how many guys wey don try by all means to even get her attention? She doesnt even get anybodys time at all, bt d tin dat happened in d skul within yestday and today made me to wonder cos i know u too dat u dont always hav dat time for women in our skul. guy, me too dey confuse, i hav made up my mind to love only wen i will be ready for it; bt dis one is too strong! we talked for a long time, and abt many tins in skul and i later sent him off. I usually bring out some time in d night as a quiet time (a time for medidation and reflection over my life). I dont want to be emotionally tied to anyone. I wanna be free and focus on my studies, wen am tru, i can den love without any much tin detrimental attached to it. D fact is dat I love Chioma! During break period d next day, i sent for her and we went to a quiet place and sat down togeda. I began to ask her question abt her and her family. how is ur father? i asked. She kept queit and was staring at d sky; we faced d same direction. Slowly tears began to drill down her cheeck; wats d problem, Chioma? Ur crying! My fada died wen i was nine. He was poisoned to death by my uncle who happnd to be stronger dan him. Befor he died he severely suffered under d sikness and was constantly vomitin blood. He kept on sayin it is not good oo! as he kept writhin in d bed. We cried and our moda begged him not to leave us alone in dis helpless world, he promised dat he wunt abandon us, bt d poison was stronger dan him and he finally gave up the ghost. And so my mother gave birth to a girl after his death and named her Nnenna. My uncle came and collected everything frm us, including our lands, only wie our father built house dat was left for us. My mother hawks groundnut and banana in d market and wit d money, she sustains us and pays our school fees always advising us to be focused irrespective of the present hardship. I took her words seriously and always want to make her dreams come true. education will help us alot, she usually says. Sometimes she spent the whole of d night crying for d present hardship we are going through. For dis reason i hav been shunning all dis boys coming to me, cos i dont want to break my mothers heart. I dont want to dissapoint her; i want to make her proud. Bt wen u gallantly stood on my defense though u previoisly dont know me, somtin happened and dats wat i cant vividly tell. She kept quiet, and i was listening, motionless. She brought her eyes down from d sky and peered into my eyes, tears was all over her. Finally i couldnt control it, my own tears began to flow gradually gradually. She leaned on my bossom, Ekene! I dont know wats happening to me, pls dont break my heart (dat was an assertion dat she is all mine). She was sitting on my right as she leaned on me. I took my right hand and crossed over her shoulder, and kept silent. I felt for her, i comforted her, and indeed she was comforted cos i carried dat prestige in the skul as a focused and disciplined functionary. Apart frm her, nobody could be so close to me den, bt she deserves it. Chioma!? She looked at me. I drew her close and held her by her two shoulders. She was sobbing and slowly gazing @ me. I wanted to say it, bt again I changed my mind and rather said It shall be well! she started sobbing again and i pulled her to my bossom and wiped her tears. She stayed like a child under my bossom and like a child she slept, and i was holding her. I didnt want to disturb her, and decided to bear the cross of her weight. The bell of dismissal was wat woke her up. She stood up, quite surprised of how she so freely slept like a child. She looked at me and instantly took her eyes away, may be in shame, and i rather smiled. Emeka, thank you! its ok i said, kleche nm mama g! (greet ur moda for me). I will do dat she says. And made for departure, bt i decided to call her, and she came bak. I dont know how to say it, bt calmly told her Chioma, i dont think it is d right time for us to fall in love! We still have a long way to go, and if we are to continue like dis, we willl be carried away! Jesus! she shouted and held her chest, den suddenly comported herself. Chioma, i think i should giv my attention to the bible! Am seeing u as an agent of darkness sent to toy with my emotion. She held her chest again and simply said Am sorry and went away. I came to school d following day and was faced with a sad news i cannever forget in my life--- CHIOMA IS DEAD! It was like a needle prik in my heart and i remember her words to me in my dream last night U refused to love me!. I felt guilty and wept bitterly. D same situation is facing me again right now, and dis one is as innocent as Chioma and i see Chioma in her! My question is SHOULD I LOVE?
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 19:17:33 +0000
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