Music always says a lot. Also Udeh (Tori Teller) asked for a song.
“Maybe someday we shall meet and talk not just speak like we did the last time.”
I had waited so long for him to come around, I don’t know how I expected that to happen when all I ever did was avoid him.
So I plotted a confrontation, with two of my friends. The plan was to get him in a room with me and I would ask him if the rumour was true. And if he said yes, I would give him a speech about how he was ruining my reputation. If he said no, there was no plan for that.
The moment came, it was the final weekend of our Mock exams Perfect timing because I would have a whole month of holiday to recover from whatever would transpire from the “conflict resolution convention.”
I had done a chemistry practical that morning. Did I mention we planned this gathering in like 5 minutes because we saw him at the canteen with his friends and the class was empty and someone offered to go and call him? All odds were in my favour, I didn’t even think to process the plan. It must have been the ammonia from the lab. I will never know.
I was sitting on the backbench in the corner, my best friend in the middle of the class for spiritual support. All of a sudden I started to sweat, my heart was racing I wanted to do a number 2, I couldn’t feel my legs and just when I was getting up to scatter, he walked in, in all his glory. I tried to pinch myself but I was not dreaming it was happening.
He sat in front of me and looked me in the eyes. He said;
“Hi, you sent for me”
And I nodded in agreement, for some reason, I lost my voice and he was not even blinking. He looked me dead in the face while I scanned the room for an exit plan. After a minute of soul gripping quiet, I noticed he was shaking too, his legs betrayed his confidence because he was trembling and that was my cue.
I asked him;
“so I heard you like me?”
He boldly acknowledged;
“yes, I do.”
And then I don’t know what came over me, I started a rant about how my education was important and relationships are a distraction and relationships lead to pregnancy and Aids and all the Ludacris myths we were told about love and sex growing up.
All this while he never said a word, all he did was stare as I spoke endlessly. (Turns out when am nervous I over talk)
Then when I was done he said;
Then we both sat there in an awkward silence.
He stared, I scanned.
I eventually held my bag and he said;
” you can go, if you want to.”
My people,I flew out, the fastest I’ve walked in record time.
My friend followed me and we went on the side to peep and see what he was doing.
He was crying.
My heart sunk, I hurt him. It was not my intention. I wanted to go back in but I didn’t know what I would say or do if I did. I was confused and scared. So I walked away in agony.
That school year ended, I did not see much of him in the last term because of finals and all and my school was really big it was easy to get lost in the crowd.
I always thought about him, I wrote about him in my diary. He was my first love. A love that could have been.
kids normally switch schools going for their A -levels, I wasn’t changing and I hoped he would come back, he didn’t.
After months of contemplating I found the courage to ask one of his friends that came back which school he went to. He made sure to remind me I hurt the poor boy before giving me his location.He went to East high College. It was one of those dream schools then.
I and my girls often talked about him, I last saw him when he came to pick his results and as always he was staring at me. But as soon as I saw him he disappeared. Never saw him again. He had grown taller and looked even more attractive, he wore on a cool sweater.
I told the girls I had recently found out which school he went to and so they convinced me to write a letter. It was a last-minute decision as usual for me. I went and bought those envelopes that were a notepad as well. Two in one. It was a simple note,
This is tikia I don't know if you remember me. But I can't stop thinking about you. am still available if you still want me.if you don't pretend you did not see this.
I took it to the post-in-between break tea time and lunch. it was also the same day the postman came to pick the letters. I later changed my mind because I realised I was just hyped by the girls and was acting impulsively. Unfortunately, before I could get the letter back I was told the delivery guy came early that day.
The universe was working against me. The note was stupid, very short desperate and even rude. Plus I could have composed better than I did.
There was no taking it back.
And the wait begun,
Back then it took about a week or two to send and receive mail. We used to have a mail board that was updated once every week. That board became my home.
I camped there for three weeks and concluded he probably hated me and never wanted to speak to me. And so I carried on wondering,
How was I going to live without him;
I didn’t bother checking again when the list was updated, because I was convinced he took my advice and pretended he didn’t see the note.
My friend came running like how those ladies in Nigerian moves run to break the news of the arrival of an Igwe who is supposed to pick a damsel from the crowd to marry.
I can’t find the exact words to describe the ocean of emotion I experienced.
Very many dramatic things happened before I eventually opened the letter. I even did my happy dance which makes me look like a crazy woman.
He drew hearts, he told me he loved me, he even did the legendary dedication list. he reminded me of how I run away from him all the time, he thought I disliked him. He told me he never stopped thinking about me, his was a detailed letter and he dropped his phone number. He asked me to call soon as the school term was done.
He remembered me.
I hope you are enjoying my storytelling.🙈
Tomorrow is the last day of the challenge and there is lots more of me and Mr.Smoky Eyes love story. We even got arrested the first time we met after the last encounter in the classroom.
Anyway, Am torn between finishing this story and writing about my first kiss. You guys choose.
Kiss or tale
Be kind, be humble and spread love.