Hey folks. It has been a while. Work and work has been hectic. Today’s post was sent in some days back. If you are looking for some mind boggling piece, then this is it. Enjoy.
It’d been so long since Femi threw pebbles at her window, almost three months. She smiled.
She ran down to meet him, throwing herself on his neck, his arms around her driving all the months of loneliness away, something the soap operas, and the ice-cream and her friends had been failing to do.
She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him.
He pulled back.
Fear shot through her setting off her body on alarm systems,
“Do you have a girlfriend?” She asked him.
“No.” The question confused him. “Do you?”
She shook her head. “So why did you…?” she asked.
Femi smiled. “I just want to see you”
She laughed, an easy laugh, a farewell to the hell of the past 3 months.
“We can’t continue this way. How long will you be gone this time?”
She was lying down on the couch, her head in his lap as his hands played with her braids.
“About 4 months.”
Her heart sank.
“I can’t wait that long again.” She’s lying. She will. She knows she will.
Black. It’s curious how it’s called the color of death. The dead don’t see, can’t appreciate the solemnity of a funeral, the crowd of bodies arrayed in black, holding onto every bit of memory of the deceased, a glaring revelation of their own mortality.
She stood in the corner, trying her best to look inconspicuous. She probably shouldn’t have worn the peep-toe pumps though. Her yellow legs rode high, a sharp contrast to her black dress. Eyes glanced regularly her way. From experience, she knew where to place her eyes when people stared.
She couldn’t talk to anyone.
Femi’s mother stood in the corner, fighting back the tears, Femi’s sister lending her moral support. His friends and other family members filled out the room.
She caught someone looking at her, a man. He had the look in his eye, as if he maybe recognized her, however unlikely. Nobody could know her. She’d never met anyone of his family, never been introduced to anyone in his life even his friends. She’d been his best kept secret.
Strange thing about funerals. Grief and loss wear out the heart but company makes it a little bit bearable and these people were milking every ounce of respite from one another. A symbiotic gathering, if there ever was one. Her heart was the only one which stood out, unable to connect with the room of strangers, shattering and aching viciously in a looping vacuum.
When she finally decided she’d had as much as she could take, she headed for Femi’s mother to pay her respects.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said.
The mom blinked away tears.” Thank you my daughter. I don’t know you. Were you close friends with him?”
“Yes, I knew him,” she wasn’t sure how or if to proceed further. “He was an amazing person.”
The mother nodded solemnly, managing a smile.
She left immediately after.
When she got into her car, the noise of the outside world receded. And then as though in slow motion, her face broke its steely frame, her countenance finally yielding to her heart after so long, tears flowing liberally. The weight pressed down on her till she pressed her head against the steering, the car’s blaring horn in the background to her farewell ode to the love of her life.