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This one is for all those lost in love

I owe you a tear, Dear old heart. If you ever ache or writhe in the pain of the lies we told ourselves over pillowtalks and cold nights; offsprings of the truth we choose to ignore.
Yet I stand by thee, aware of the mist we have found ourselves, self -willed; guided by her smile.
I know of your wishes to re-live that moment, the night at the rooftop when time played safe and stayed still as she peeked us and whispered softly "sleep please".
I know still of your cowardly move, to peel away and forget, but then each time I star gaze and you see her beautiful smile in the sky.
I know too of your wish, that she may be able to peer through your mind and see that it is just her and we truly care. Still not a guarantee that she might love back.
Dear heart, it might be a while till we speak again, am g
oing away with logic and reasoning and give you time to sort things out, those two will just get in the way, if I let them stay. I hope to hear of your conquest of love next time we get to talk.
Stay blind as you have always been.

Love, The human mind.

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“Ehis, Ehis, Ehis ee” Mother called stressing my name at her last call.
“How many times I call you?” She further asks.
A question that could be left unanswered, so I remained mute with both eyes piercing the ground.
“Nor be you, your mama dey follow talk”
Father who had been quiet all along asked.
I looked at him with blank eyes, honestly contemplating if I should sit and indulge the barrage of insults that may come with this inquiry or as my younger brother once coined it “pointless interrogation”.
My father hissed in defeat, seeing I was not willing to give his wife a reply.
Mother too soon realized this and fired on.
“If you like you nor answer, that one nor mean say I nor go talk wetin dey my mind”
She pauses for a moment to readjust her wrapper which was perfectly fine before. A perfect case of Fela’s song “Fefeneye”
“Ehis na me and your papa dey here, I one make you tell us with your own mouth, wetin you see for that girl body wey make you talk say, this family go scatter if you nor marry am”
I took a deep breath and my eyes fizzled from my father to mother before turning to the ceilings.
To be blade honest, I had no idea how I would explain it for them, way dem go use take understand, how do I tell them that that girl has taken a fragment of my soul and buried it in love’s graveyard.
Truthfully, I saw no reason why they had problems with her. She was beautiful and smart and her eyes. God, her eyes, they could pierce a warring heart and bring it peace. I gazed at mom for a moment before replying her question; I had to, ignoring her twice would surely be disrespect.
“Daddy, mummy” acknowledging them both.
“We have had this talk before. Several times sef And I never seem to get you guys to like her, so I don’t see how this would be any different”
My mother eyes turned red furious at the audaciousness of my reply, she turned to my father whose hands were at akimbo and eyes staring blankly at me. I had no idea what to think. His thoughts unreadable as his always have been. I waited for his reaction in anxiety and fear; I had no idea what the man would do next. He could very well disown me as he had threatened countless times. But in a jolt, he rose to his feet and turned to his room not uttering a single word. I was stunned and paralyzed. Mother tried calling him back
“Papa Ehis” but he just walked until all we heard was the slam of his bedroom door. My presence irked mother, as she looked at me with irritation, after a while she stands up and goes into father’s room, She would try to beg him to still come and talk to me, The woman nor dey ever tire o. I was relieved at her departure, slumping into the couch and delving into a reverie of just her and me.
Her black, smooth skin and elegant gait which wiggles the waist, with promising enticement of a good night. I doubted I was the only man that loved her, am sure there were others yet she chose me, a sense of pride and conquest sweeping my entirety.
To tell no lies there was absolutely no reason not to fall. She told me truths about myself even when I least wish to hear it, and drives me on when am devoid of hope. Her silent weeps for wrongdoings and love for all that’s good and raw. As the curtains drew close and slumber enticed my weak body. I recalled the reason I had fallen for her. She possessed awe-inspiring passion, YES! that was it.
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White ceilings, blue walls glancing back at me , is all that comes to mind when I think of the time we first met. Days have gone by since we last spoke and countless hours, elusive as I sat pining for you. Its been six years, too long a time to love, quite abrupt to mourn the hatchets we refused to bury. Could things have been different had I fought the hard battle many dared not to, should I have neglected logic and follow the lies my heart told me. Should I have been a better man and changed when you told me to?.
Now memories of life before you are void and null, as empty as my soul you’ve ripped. The time we spent, blurry even when am at peace like times as this. I have now just a fragment of our tumultuous tale we could love. THE DAY WE MET.
You were serving at the local’s spot, enticing all with tales of your many travels and adventures, each with an intricate detail of the people’s history, beliefs and surmountable problems they faced. You spoke like you knew the tale we all wanted to hear, telling us piece by piece as we could not help but watched in awe at the marvel, you were.
They were many stories then about you, some said you were shy as a child afraid to suckle your mother’s breast as a child, the pale people spoke as if they knew claiming that you were young and had a long way to go.
But somewhere in your eyes I saw the truth, you were born to be, to be speak all that is and tell as it is. I heard and I fell, I read and I wept. You knew it all, So cheers to our six years together, for no matter how tipsy this bottle of Hennessey has made me. I know the truth, I will always love you, I will always love African literature.Check out Naunaknow. for more stories