It was late, very late - minutes to a tomorrow, i think.. We sauntered down the slight slope of the long Abak road, exchanging witty remarks as the night wore itself out. I swung, in my right hand, a black leather containing a cuboidal pack of cabin biscuit. It was the last thing we had bought as we walked back to the house from a small eat-out, not too far from the famous "nepa line". We made a right, cackling into the quasi-quietude of the busy night. Moments later, I heard myself concluding with my usual "finallies". I was saying:
"Finally, you're cool"..
I wanted to stop there. But my heart didn't, and my lips had a very dirty habit of prioritizing my heart's overly parochial ejaculations over my thoughtful cogitations. I couldn't stop there.
"Finally, I like you", my lips divulged.
Harmless enough, I thought. No harm done yet. We were still tramping through the night. She said nothing. What happened after this moment, remains as yet, to me, unclear. And boy was it fast? For, as though it was some act of sorcery, I could no longer shut my mouth. Words poured out of them, and the sentence they formed bore semblance to one you would say is "typical" of me. But make no mistake, it was my heart speaking through my tongue...
"Finally, I love you" oozed out of my mouth.
We stopped synchronously, like actors acting out well rehearsed directives, and turning to ourselves, the facade we'd put up melted like a pot of cold, emulsified oil enthroned between the projections of a living gas cooker.. We took in each other's lips with the kind of ardour mad lovers, who have stayed away from each other for centuries would.. I felt my rod stiffen, then grow to heights i never thought possible. Later, while we sat on the raised foundation of a nearby house, she told me she'd never before experienced such sudden downpour of wetness as she had in that our moment of rush love.. I nodded. It was a good thing - very good in fact - for us.. But for them -
I shook my head as I complained.
"its too hard, too hard" i said.
When she told me she'd been hoping to count on my strength, my heart pumped painful beats to chastise my poor fortitude..
"i'll just try... I'll just try", i told myself..
So, punily, we attempted to erect new facade screens as we walked back, her elbow in mine. But the screen wore out too quickly. Just as quickly as we shed our clothes to plunge into each other, head first, running the marathon all the way like it was a sprint. And sad - or lovely - enough, we both won.
Twice...