THE PERFECT MAN Episode 13 The resignation in his dismissal shook my core. I came prepared for war. It would have made my departure easier on my conscience. A wicked soul, that was what my mother had called me. I've never been called such before. My only ally and backbone had deserted me. I left their bedroom worse than I had entered it. The echo of the wicked soul kept lingering in my ears. Was I truly a wicked soul? Was it wicked of me to put my happiness before that of my folks? Folks! Reminded me of Bryan. I leaned on the rail and thought of the first time he kissed me. We had gone on our third date and he walked me to the curb. He had insisted on walking me to my very doorstep but I had to stop him there because I didn't want aunty Nkoli, my mum's sister to see us. 'Am I ever gonna get to the front door,' he asked slightly leaning towards me 'Soon,' I replied 'very soon.' It was a fantastic date. We had gone to the upper eastside garden to catch an open air movie. We went with a picnic mat and a bottle of wine. It was my first time there. We settled in as the movie came on. Each mat had a couple on them and most of them were making out. He caught me staring at them and I felt his hands on mine. 'No pressure darling, we are here for the movie,' he said, smiling down at me. I blushed. His voice took the edge off and I relaxed and enjoyed the movie. After the movie, we went to the Legion park and walked by the waterside. We talked about ourselves as we tried to know each other better. It was then I discovered he could sing and he sang beautiful tunes to me. I wished we could walk on but my aunty was home and she would throw a fit if I got home any later than 11pm. He walked me to the curb and brought his arms around for a hug. I stepped into them and buried myself in his frame. We stood like that for a minute and when he moved to disengage himself, I looked up at him and planted a kiss on his lips. Tbc


He smelled of aftershave. It filled my nostrils.
His lips were as soft as I had imagined. His right hand moved to the back of my head, while his free hand was at the base of my back. His lips tasted salty, his weird choice of salt popcorn coming back to me. I broke the kiss first, my aunty was waiting.

'Wow,' he whispered, 'I was so not expecting that,' his voice husky.

'Sorry,' I replied

'Can we do it again,' he asked, pulling me closer to himself. And the kiss went on.
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Thinking of memories like that brought fresh tears to my eyes. I had to talk to Bryan. I called his number. It kept ringing and he didn't pick. I showered and changed into my nightie. I looked at my passport on the table. Come tomorrow, i was leaving my parents. That little blackmail stunt didn't work. But I still had to talk to Bryan so I tried to reach him again. This time he picked.

'What are you wearing right now,' his husky but soft voice stirring my blood.

I had not called to talk about that, but I decided to indulge him

'My winnie night shirt,' I replied

'Hmmm, what's underneath it baby,' he asked teasingly

'My grey sweatpants Bryan, I went on, 'take your mind outta the gutter,'

'Nope, my mind stays in the gutter. You are yet to come through on the promise of bomb Nigerian sex.'

It was true. I promised to have Nigerian sex with him. Dont even know how that became a thing. There was no time for that now. But he went on.

'So, come over to this room now or I would call the receptionist up here. She clearly has the hots for me,' he said, laughing.

'I would murder you Bryan, don't joke with me,'

I missed this banter. Clearing my throat, I spoke up

'Baby, what are you thinking of right now?'

'You.'

'Me,' I asked.

'Yea, you. I've been thinking of what you told me earlier,' he paused

'About eloping,' he added

'And.....' I urged him on

'I dont subscribe to eloping. I don't want you to have to run away to be with me,' he replied

'I'm not running away cause I want to, my parents are chasing me.'

'I know you don't want to run, I do. But whatever they are doing, it's for a reason. I do love you baby and I want you next to me forever, but I don't want you this way,'

'What way,' I asked. He was scaring me. This was not what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to make my decision easier, not make me doubt myself.

'What way,' I repeated again

'This way baby. You having to pick me over your folks. Believe me, you would grow to resent me for making you choose.'

My parents must have delved into sorcery cause I couldn't believe this was a coincidence. What in God's name was Bryan saying?

'They are the ones making me choose Bryan, not you. And it was an easy choice. I chose you. Don't say things like that. I would never resent you,' I said, then started crying gently.

His words were like a knife wound to my soul. I chose him and it was beginning to look like he was rejecting me.

'You don't mean that now. But few years later and you would regret your actions. I know what your parents mean to you. You love them. You need their consent. That's why we had to travel all the way here.' he said, sniffing.

He was crying too. If he loved me as he said he did, why did he have to make this difficult. It was my choice to make and I had made it. I could live with my choices, so what was wrong with him.

'So what are you saying Bryan?'

'I'm saying that you should take your time, settle the differences with your folks. I would return to the states tomorrow. Just be with your folks until they become believers. If they eventually accept me, I would be back.'

'And what if they don't,' I asked, scared of his response.

'Then you have to let me go Kamsi, you let me go.'

He had obliterated my existence in one single sentence. I wiped my tears. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry. If he wanted to break up with me, that was fine. But that was on him. How could he say he was doing this for me. Everyone was doing something for me. My parents knew what was best for me, so did Bryan. Apparently I was the only one that didn't know what best for myself.

'Say something Kamsi,' he said, sounding worried.

'One minute remaining,' a female voice said over the phone.

I had nothing more to say. I cut the call, incensed. I sent a text to Nneka.

'Bryan broke up with me. He's leaving for florida tomorrow. Will have to spend a little more time in Nigeria. Goodnight dear.'

The phone vibrated. Message delivered. It started buzzing immediately. Nneka was calling back. I pressed the power button, to switch it off. The Samsung tune, the last sound I heard as I wept myself to sleep.
THE PERFECT MAN Episode 13 The resignation in his dismissal shook my core. I came prepared for war. It would have made my departure easier on my conscience. A wicked soul, that was what my mother had called me. I've never been called such before. My only ally and backbone had deserted me. I left their bedroom worse than I had entered it. The echo of the wicked soul kept lingering in my ears. Was I truly a wicked soul? Was it wicked of me to put my happiness before that of my folks? Folks! Reminded me of Bryan. I leaned on the rail and thought of the first time he kissed me. We had gone on our third date and he walked me to the curb. He had insisted on walking me to my very doorstep but I had to stop him there because I didn't want aunty Nkoli, my mum's sister to see us. 'Am I ever gonna get to the front door,' he asked slightly leaning towards me 'Soon,' I replied 'very soon.' It was a fantastic date. We had gone to the upper eastside garden to catch an open air movie. We went with a picnic mat and a bottle of wine. It was my first time there. We settled in as the movie came on. Each mat had a couple on them and most of them were making out. He caught me staring at them and I felt his hands on mine. 'No pressure darling, we are here for the movie,' he said, smiling down at me. I blushed. His voice took the edge off and I relaxed and enjoyed the movie. After the movie, we went to the Legion park and walked by the waterside. We talked about ourselves as we tried to know each other better. It was then I discovered he could sing and he sang beautiful tunes to me. I wished we could walk on but my aunty was home and she would throw a fit if I got home any later than 11pm. He walked me to the curb and brought his arms around for a hug. I stepped into them and buried myself in his frame. We stood like that for a minute and when he moved to disengage himself, I looked up at him and planted a kiss on his lips. Tbc THE PERFECT MAN 
Episode 13

The resignation in his dismissal shook my core. I came prepared for war. It would have made my departure easier on my conscience. A wicked soul, that was what my mother had called me. I've never been called such before. My only ally and backbone had deserted me. I left their bedroom worse than I had entered it. The echo of the wicked soul kept lingering in my ears. Was I truly a wicked soul? Was it wicked of me to put my happiness before that of my folks? Folks! Reminded me of Bryan. I leaned on the rail and thought of the first time he kissed me.

We had gone on our third date and he walked me to the curb. He had insisted on walking me to my very doorstep but I had to stop him there because I didn't want aunty Nkoli, my mum's sister to see us.

'Am I ever gonna get to the front door,' he asked slightly leaning towards me

'Soon,' I replied 'very soon.'

It was a fantastic date. We had gone to the upper eastside garden to catch an open air movie. We went with a picnic mat and a bottle of wine. It was my first time there. We settled in as the movie came on. Each mat had a couple on them and most of them were making out. He caught me staring at them and I felt his hands on mine.

'No pressure darling, we are here for the movie,' he said, smiling down at me.

I blushed. His voice took the edge off and I relaxed and enjoyed the movie. After the movie, we went to the Legion park and walked by the waterside. We talked about ourselves as we tried to know each other better. It was then I discovered he could sing and he sang beautiful tunes to me. I wished we could walk on but my aunty was home and she would throw a fit if I got home any later than 11pm. He walked me to the curb and brought his arms around for a hug. I stepped into them and buried myself in his frame. We stood like that for a minute and when he moved to disengage himself, I looked up at him and planted a kiss on his lips. Tbc Reviewed by De SOUL ENERGIZER on July 15, 2017 Rating: 5

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