I have always dreamt of love as a beautiful thing, or maybe it is because of the endless novels describing romance in such a hot language. Every problem is usually overcome and whatever the problem is a solution is usually found.Let us just say that the big bad wolves keep finding me.
" Girl I have been calling you for so long, jeez you are not even out of bed. I hope you are not thinking of Brad again. " Abbie yells.
" You do not have to shout, unless you want that crush of yours to hear you and come knocking that you should reduce your voice so that he can read his big Anatomy book. "
I don't feel like going out this particular Sunday. The market place is usually hot, when you get back your clothes are hugging your skin because of sweat. My roommate would say that you need to soak yourself with clothes lest they get off with some skin.
I just put on my sweatpants. What is the need of showering when you will get back smelling like a he- goat.
Brad this idiot fooled me. He has been my crush ever since class six. We just got to talk when I was in form two and by then he was done with highschool, we talked but I ended up giving him a wrong phone number, I was so tensed that I could not even take calculated steps that I injured my toe. We never got in contact until recently when his elder brother connected us. The good love story kicked off, the long phone calls until my ears were hot, I had so many expectations that were shuttered after three months of dating, and this is my fourth broken relationship, one that you love so hard but there is no preparation for a soft landing. It is just funny how people lie, " Oh yes, I was going to tell you that I was married but then I was waiting for the appropriate time" . That is even better the guy in my third relationship was a poor liar, I could see the wife after knowing he had one in the boutique almost each and every other day when I was at home that was just within their compound that, " She just came to beg my mother to reconcile us but we broke up two years ago"
This life in my country they would say has no balance, and I would say love has no balance, the people you want don't want you and those you don't want would take a bullet for you.
" Would you please stop dragging your feet, I have other things to do." Abbie snaps at me.
Oh yes I have to wash my clothes and get ready to travel back home. Life at the university can be tough at times especially when you are broke. I love being at home because of one thing, food. I am very sure that I will eat any other time like without having to ask for money.
Perhaps today am not just in the mood for grocery shopping, I only need to stock for two more days and Abbie of course would extend for probably two months, after all we are going for the long holiday and her boyfriend is coming over. It usually feels funny, both my roommie and my friend have been in stable relationships clocking to three years each now while I have not been lucky to even go out for one whole weekend. Did I mention that my friend would beg me to find someone so that she could atleast sign the class attendance list for me to return the favour have been doing for her since first year?
There have been great moments I remind myself but would reluctantly admit. Yes pleasurable ones, with a little spoiling once in a while. I enjoyed someones lips. I will not lie Brad is a good kisser, the tender caress with long soft fleshy fingers. Each time he looked at me with those big white innocent eyes I was done. No matter how hard I tried to stay calm that was my undoing. Wobbly feet; trembling fingers and my body screaming with need and want.
" Stop, stop , he did not trust you" that second voice and maybe the one with reason scolds me . I shift my thoughts to the approaching passenger car and wait to hop in to reach that destination where I was going to be baked by the scorching sun in the name of shopping for groceries