THE BLINDFOLDED LOVE
Lion meets wolve
David and I were best of friends, a pair inseparable, bounded by a strong cord of love, (or so I thought) 'I wish I can be his bride', this was my silent prayer anytime we got together and the excitement that followed such meetings. We had that connection (you know what I mean, don't you?)
We had been friends since the University and he was the only guy I could trust with my secret. I could literally lay my life bare with him. He was the only one who understood me and was able to manage my personality. No I'm not such a terrible person. Just that I had several flaws. I was very hot tempered, saucy and talked lose (enu jati jati).
I crushed on him the very moment I set my eyes on him. I couldn't bring myself to telling him how I felt because he was in a serious relationship that had lasted four years.
I on the other hand, have never had a serious relationship that lasted even three months, thanks to my character. I don't know how it happens but I saw myself behave like a tout (Agbero) anytime something angered me or when I saw my boyfriend with another lady (hmmmmmm! Let me save you the headache and keep the details). I was really that tough, even rude. It never bothered me. When friends became concern and tried to help, I shove them off with 'it's self defense and the only way I stand my ground and as a strong lady. But David showed up and broke all of my resistances. He penetrated through the steel. At his appearance, all of my defences crumbled. The experience left me yearning for more of him. He tolerated and accommodated all of my excesses with a love and care I had never known. Hmmmmmm. David made me feel like a woman whenever he showed up. He got everything I wanted without even expecting anything in return. (Who wouldn't fall for such a guy, tell me?). And yes, he was by all standard the perfect description of handsome and muscular. Hmmmmmn! (lost in thoughts)
Back to the main story jare (suddenly conscious)
I spent most of my time with David when ever he was around but nothing really intimate happened. (how I longed for his touch) but like I mentioned earlier, he wasn't just caring, he was also a gentleman. Often time when we discussed and breached a topic on relationships, he barely talked about his girlfriend until one day I became so curious I pressured him into talking about her. There was this sudden cloud of sadness that muscled round his face and that made me more curious.
After much pressure, he opened up and began to say alot of terrible and horrifying things about his girlfriend, how he had been going through hell, how terrible her food was, how untrained she was. He lamented on how she cheated on him three times already and how he forgave her. He also confessed to how she made him beat her almost to death when he caught her alighting from a jeep she said belonged to her uncle whom she claimed dropped her off which he believed was a lie. Lots and lots of terrible and sad experiences. I, on the listening table, was carried away with thoughts of how foolish and stupid the girl was and how wicked she must be to have hurt this PERFECT DAVID. In my opinion, she was to blame for whatever ill treatment she may have got from him because she pushed him. Of course that old fantasy came calling again. 'Why can't this guy just forget that foolish girlfriend of his and look my way. Or, am I not good enough?' All of those. But I had to encourage and comfort him even though deep down I wanted him for myself.
Fast forward, two months later, my prayers were answered when he came crying into my room. Concerned, I made to find out what made him so bitter and emotional, as usual, I had to press hard. Finally, he LET THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG, 'she broke up with me'. The rest was history because I was no longer paying attention. Alas! Prayers answered! David would be mine. I almost broke into a dance, but the good girl in me knew better. So I consoled him. (What are friends for?) Meanwhile, a song was playing in my head, 'HE'S A MIRACLE WORKING GOD...'
Few weeks down the lane, with no formal proposal, we started dating. (who cared about proposals? Who e hep) The only thing my head could think of was 'Last last (as pidgin take put am), I had Mr. Perfecto.
Let me pause here. I'm about to see the dentist and I just heard my name. Actually I have a swollen cheek and I just lost two teeth so I need this check-up. Hey! It's not what you're thinking ooooo!
To be continued... Part 2
David and I were best of friends, a pair inseparable, bounded by a strong cord of love, (or so I thought) 'I wish I can be his bride', this was my silent prayer anytime we got together and the excitement that followed such meetings. We had that connection (you know what I mean, don't you?)
We had been friends since the University and he was the only guy I could trust with my secret. I could literally lay my life bare with him. He was the only one who understood me and was able to manage my personality. No I'm not such a terrible person. Just that I had several flaws. I was very hot tempered, saucy and talked lose (enu jati jati).
I crushed on him the very moment I set my eyes on him. I couldn't bring myself to telling him how I felt because he was in a serious relationship that had lasted four years.
I on the other hand, have never had a serious relationship that lasted even three months, thanks to my character. I don't know how it happens but I saw myself behave like a tout (Agbero) anytime something angered me or when I saw my boyfriend with another lady (hmmmmmm! Let me save you the headache and keep the details). I was really that tough, even rude. It never bothered me. When friends became concern and tried to help, I shove them off with 'it's self defense and the only way I stand my ground and as a strong lady. But David showed up and broke all of my resistances. He penetrated through the steel. At his appearance, all of my defences crumbled. The experience left me yearning for more of him. He tolerated and accommodated all of my excesses with a love and care I had never known. Hmmmmmm. David made me feel like a woman whenever he showed up. He got everything I wanted without even expecting anything in return. (Who wouldn't fall for such a guy, tell me?). And yes, he was by all standard the perfect description of handsome and muscular. Hmmmmmn! (lost in thoughts)
Back to the main story jare (suddenly conscious)
I spent most of my time with David when ever he was around but nothing really intimate happened. (how I longed for his touch) but like I mentioned earlier, he wasn't just caring, he was also a gentleman. Often time when we discussed and breached a topic on relationships, he barely talked about his girlfriend until one day I became so curious I pressured him into talking about her. There was this sudden cloud of sadness that muscled round his face and that made me more curious.
After much pressure, he opened up and began to say alot of terrible and horrifying things about his girlfriend, how he had been going through hell, how terrible her food was, how untrained she was. He lamented on how she cheated on him three times already and how he forgave her. He also confessed to how she made him beat her almost to death when he caught her alighting from a jeep she said belonged to her uncle whom she claimed dropped her off which he believed was a lie. Lots and lots of terrible and sad experiences. I, on the listening table, was carried away with thoughts of how foolish and stupid the girl was and how wicked she must be to have hurt this PERFECT DAVID. In my opinion, she was to blame for whatever ill treatment she may have got from him because she pushed him. Of course that old fantasy came calling again. 'Why can't this guy just forget that foolish girlfriend of his and look my way. Or, am I not good enough?' All of those. But I had to encourage and comfort him even though deep down I wanted him for myself.
Fast forward, two months later, my prayers were answered when he came crying into my room. Concerned, I made to find out what made him so bitter and emotional, as usual, I had to press hard. Finally, he LET THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG, 'she broke up with me'. The rest was history because I was no longer paying attention. Alas! Prayers answered! David would be mine. I almost broke into a dance, but the good girl in me knew better. So I consoled him. (What are friends for?) Meanwhile, a song was playing in my head, 'HE'S A MIRACLE WORKING GOD...'
Few weeks down the lane, with no formal proposal, we started dating. (who cared about proposals? Who e hep) The only thing my head could think of was 'Last last (as pidgin take put am), I had Mr. Perfecto.
Let me pause here. I'm about to see the dentist and I just heard my name. Actually I have a swollen cheek and I just lost two teeth so I need this check-up. Hey! It's not what you're thinking ooooo!
To be continued... Part 2
Good one here...sorry about your swollen cheek
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