When I was seventeen 17, There was this pretty girl who lived in our street. Gift was her name. She is so beautiful, and not just that, she is cool and calm. I noticed her since the very first day they arrived to our street. When I first saw her, My heartbeat increased, I knew there is a connection between me and the girl.
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I would pass through the front of their house just to take a look at her. A week after they settled down in their house, her mum started selling sweets, biscuits and other consumables in the shop they built in front of their house.
I can buy food with my money but when it comes to sweets and Biscuits, I don't waste my money on them, because I don't like them. But because of Gift, I would go to their shop to buy biscuits. This sounds stupid right, because I want to see a girl that doesn't know me, I would go and buy stuff I don't eat. But the biscuits and sweets I buy don't waste though I give them to Emmanuel, our neighbor's little son. I did this for a long time. Most times I went, her mum was always the one in the shop, and sometimes she will be with her mum.
There was a day her mum told her to sell something for me, she brought the sweet to me, but I wasn't concentrating on what she was giving me, her beautiful smile had carried me away. Not until her mum shouted Abhay "Gba sweet to fe ra" which means "collect the sweet you came to buy" it was then I came conscious and collected the sweet. I felt her cold touch on my hand when she gave me the sweet.
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I continued this, till this great day I went there and met only her in the shop. Her mum had gone to the market. I wish you knew the joy I felt in my heart. I was happy that at last, I've gotten an opportunity to speak to this girl. I bought a biscuit as usual, but instead of leaving, I decided to make use of the opportunity to speak with her. I started by asking her what her name was, (even though I knew it before)
Me: What of your mum?
Gift: She has gone to the market.
(Ohhh!!! My God, this is the nicest voice I've ever heard)
Me: What is your name
Gift: My name is Gift.
Me: My name is Abhay, I live down there at No. 22.
Gift: I know your house, I've seen you there several times.
Me: Really?
Gift: Yes.
She had been alone in the shop, I think she was bored already;
Sit down "she said" (she brought out a plastic chair for me to sit), who am I to refuse? Lol.
I sat down and we continued our conversation. She told me about the place they lived before coming to our street, and what made them relocate. I told her some things about myself too.
Gift: Eat your biscuit!
Me: Oh it's not for me, I bought it for our neighbor's son.
Gift: okay take this ( she took a chinchin and gave it to me)
what kind of perfection is this? She is beautiful, she is cool and calm, she has the nicest voice, and she is also caring. Hundred (100 yards girlfriend material)
Me: thank you very much.
We continued our conversation. After a while, Her mum came back from the market, I helped her with the loads on her head. Thank you "she said"
Since her mum was back I decided to take my leave. Bye gift "I said". Her mum called me back and said ( Where are you going?) Come back here and continue your conversation. Thank you ma "I said". Both I and Gift smiled. I was there till evening that day, till my brother called me and said it was time to go to church.
Me: Bye gift
Gift: Bye, see you tomorrow.
Really? See you tomorrow?
After that day, I never used biscuits and sweets as a means of visiting her again. I visit her from time to time without pretense. One of those days, I told her of how I always planned to come and buy biscuits and sweets just to see her, we both laughed. We became best of friends. She'll come to my house also.
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Our friendship grew stronger as time went on. We developed feelings for each other and we started dating.
That was how I met the love of my life
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