In Literature class, they taught us that words are always pregnant with meanings. We were trained to become skilled surgeons in unfolding their hidden layers. I never paid attention in those classes.
”Why are you not deserving of me?” I prodded.
She looked up at me. We were so close that i could feel the heat of her exhale. I could smell her scent – she smelled like spices. ”I do not want to hurt you Sam. Please leave.” There was a sense of finality in her tone.
I frowned. There was no way I was going to leave without getting a definite answer, an affirmation.
The wind was still breezing. I could not feel the hatred it carried, the dashed dreams. I did not understand. Love is blind; i was a patient.
”Go!” She stepped backwards, releasing her hands from mine. ”Just go Sam, go!”. Her eyes were dark with disgust. I did not see the darkness. I saw a girl trying to play hard-to-get.
”Amara, dont you get, I cant live without you.” My hands were stretched forward like a beggar pleading for alms.
She looked at me, squinting her eyes in the process. ”I like you Sam, but some things can not just be. Please Leave me alone.”
She liked me; that was progress, I thought.
She turned to leave, her hand bag swaying after her. I stood at the spot i was, ambivalent. I did not feel fear. Why should I? I had barely read David’s text message. I had paid little attention to the crumbs of diversion she had laid for me. I was driven by love, pure affection.
Love carried my legs and i rushed after her. As i placed my hands on her shoulder, Amara did a double turn, and flinged a flying kick across my face. I sprawled on the green grass. My head felt dizzy; the dizziness was not prompted by love or fear. It was a different emotion – pain and agony.
I attempted to raise my head, i felt a sharp kick in my jaw. I went to heaven, but somehow, God brought me back.
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The room was dark. I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy from pain. My body ached all over. I tried to mentally feel my hands, but they were gone! My mind jolted to reality. ”Where am i?” I muttered.
”The end”, a voice whispered from a corner of the room. I could not recognise the voice itself, but i could place the texture, the feel. Amara!
A switch flicked and the room was full of light. It was literally empty and shaped like a box.
Amara was reclining against the wall opposite where i was standing. No. I was not standing. I just realized my feet and entire legs were also absent. ‘What happened to me?’ I cried in my heart. I could only feel two things – my eyes and an irregular heartbeat.
”Are you scared, sweetheart?” Amara was advancing towards me. Her face had gone through a massive transformation. Her once beautiful eyes were now dark; like she had rubbed charcoal on the edges. Her lips were dry and breaking. She resembled a junkie, an exact replica of an Agbero on the streets of Lagos. This was a bad dream.
I did not feel any repulsion or anger, despite that I had no arms and legs. Amara was the Devil, but deep down in that darkness was the light of my love.
I took a deep breath and remembered David’s warning: ‘Don’t go near that girl, she is dangerous’. He knew.
”It is not my fault, Sam”. Tears welled up in her eyes. She sat down on the bare floor, just in front of me. ”Let me tell you my story, before we proceed.”
I was not sure I was prepared to listen. I saw Angel Gabriel, he had a shining sword in his hand!