It was late into the friday afternoon already. I sat by myself in the over spacious cafteria sipping on a bottle of malt, the only means I had to vent my anger. I had been angry and out of sorts with myself since the night before, for reasons I couldn’t think of.
I am a moody person by nature, alright! But this is the longest mood swing I have ever had, and that’s the cause of my worry. . .
I let my mind wander about, as I sipped on my drink, while staring aimlessly around. . .
I saw people of different sorts, engaged in a somewhat romantic, or rather too friendly conversation. Everyone seemed to be in love, except me. .
All of a sudden, I began to wish I had a best friend, or maybe a lover?
I want to feel the way lovers feel,
I want to experience that glee that fills their eyes with so much beauty,
I wanna be held, caressed, taken care of and loved.
I wanna be kissed deeply, by someone madly in love with me. .
I want someone to worry about me, someone to make my happiness his priority. .
I want. . .
Out of shock, I turned around rather too fast, to face a standing Marvin.
‘Oh Marvin, hi. Its been a while.’ I responded, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
He took a seat beside me, and studied my face for some minutes before speaking again.
I looked at him with so much admiration, then resumed my thoughts.
I want. . . . Marvin; I always have!
Marvin was a 20 year old, 400l student in my university; my former best friend, boyfriend to my best girlfriend Olisa, and sadly, the only guy I’ve been wanting since I set my eyes on him.
He was 5ft 9 inches tall, well built, sexy ‘my- kind- of- man handsome’, and very very good with words. He had brownish eyeballs that fitted beautifully into his cat eyes, small pink lips that made you wish to be kissed, cute short nails, fine hair. . .
‘Vera. . . . Vera, are you okay?’
‘Omg, Sorry Marvin. I’m just a bit disturbed, that’s all. .’
‘Is it something you’d like to share?’
‘Oh no. . .’ I smiled sheepishly, ‘I won’t wanna bother you with my thoughts. . .’
‘No you. . .’
‘Hey hunnays!!’ Olisa cut in, walking in on both of us. She gave me a tight hug, and a wink before turning to face Marvin. I knew what that wink meant- Alhaji had called her to come over for the package.
‘My love, I’ve been searching all around for you!’ Marvin said, standing up to give her a slight peck on her cheeks. I felt jealous. Marvin should be mine, after all, I met him first! Damn Olisa, damn it all!
‘By the way, where are you off to?’ He questioned looking at her rather too ceremonious dressing.
‘Honey bun, ‘m on my way home. I received an urgent call from my mum this morning regarding my baby sister. . .’
‘Aw dear, what’s wrong again?’
‘She has malaria and typhoid, and. . . . I don’t just know!’ She hissed off pitifully.
I shook my head in utter disgust as she expertly told big fat lies which Marvin stupidly believed.
‘It’s alright love, it’s alright. . .’ Marvin said holding her close to his chest for a while. ‘You should be on your way now dear. Do you have some money with you?’
I could see the excitement that filled her eyes, the instant he asked that question. Immediately he let her go, she replaced her smile with the sad look she wore before, as she pretended to sniff. .
‘I. . . I don’t but don’t worry love, I’d find a way out. Just let me go. . .’ She made to leave as she knew he was going to call her back.
‘Common babe, have this. .’
My eyes buldged at the sight of the amount he wrapped in his big hands, . . .
‘My love, 20thousand is too much. . . No, keep it.’
‘Take it Lis, I don’t want you troubling mama again. . .’
She seemed to collect the money reluctantly, but I knew she was beyond excited.
‘It’s nothing. Let me see you off to the gate. .’
‘No, no. . . Debby promised to drop me off and she’s waiting for me, so I have to run. . . Thanks once again love! I’d call you when I get home. Bye Vera, bye Marvin!!’
She hurried off before either of us could even say a word. I saw the sadness in his eyes, and that alone horrified me and worsened my mood. Why can’t I get as lucky as Olisa?
‘So, I guess its just the two of us left. . .’ He said breaking through my sad thoughts.
‘Yeah. . .’ I said with a forced smile.
‘Let’s take a walk.’
We strolled a couple of miles for a while, before settling on a gossip seat somewhere under a tree.
‘So what were you going to tell me? What’s the cause of your worry?’
I wanted to tell him about my love for him, how I really wanted to kiss him, how Olisa was simply using him . . . I wanted to tell him everything! That she was going to Alhaji Musas house, that her baby sister wasn’t sick, that she didn’t even have a baby sister to start with!! . . .,
‘Vera, talk to me. . .’
‘It’s . . . It’s . . .’
‘It’s who, . . What??’
‘Olisa!’ I finally blurted out.
‘What about her?’
‘She. . . I. . . . Her baby sister. . . She, . .’
‘Oh that, I know. I know how you feel about that dear. . .’
‘You do?!’ I questioned surprisingly.
‘Yes. . . .’ He smiled. ‘You’re such a good friend Vera, I feel for her baby sister as much as you do and I’m worried about her just like you. Let’s just keep praying for her. . . Thanks love. We appreciate your care.’
Damn it!! He just didn’t get it! No wonder he was smiling.
I shook my head. There’s just no way of making him understand.
‘I’ve missed you.’ I heard him say.
I suddenly felt a tear fall off my eyes. After 2 years, he finally realised how much we’ve drifted apart.
‘I’ve missed you too Marv.’
‘And I’ve missed our friendship.’
I smiled. ‘So you remember?’
‘Of course! 15 years of friendship is no joke.’
‘Yeah. . . But you’ve been so busy for 2 years to even say hello.’
‘It’s not that dear, it’s just. . .’
‘Olisa?. . .’
‘Well. . . . Yes. . .’
I smiled again. If only you would let me show you what love is!
‘Marvin, . . .’
‘What does a kiss feel like?’
He looked at me in wonderment.
I nodded my head in affirmation. It was a question I had been harbouring in my mind since forever.
‘Well. . . ‘ He began, clearly unsure of where to start from. ‘It usually starts slow, then it gets deep, fierce, . . . ‘
I tried to imagine it all in my head, I could feel my stomach churning in naked desire. . .
‘Wait a minute!’ He said, interrupting the picture I was forming in my head.
‘Your boyfriend has never kissed you?’
‘No. . .’
‘Why?! He must be such an arse! How come?. .’
I saw him look at my lips as I tried to speak. .
‘Well, I actually don’t. . . . I mean, I haven’t. . .’
Then he kissed me. . .
It started slow like he said, then he reached closer for more. . . . And the rest, was history. . .