Based on a true story
I remember the first time I asked out a girl. Primary school. It was so innocent. So pure. I poured my heart on a piece of paper and I remember it came back with a 98% mark on it. We were always hanging out. She was my reason to go to school and I would like to think I was hers too.
Oh what joy! Her uniform had a different color. Her shade of blue was unique. Others would laugh, but that yes, that is what made her stand out.
Johnson’s baby cologne still makes me reminisce of how we would share our lunch boxes during breaktime. Her natural bunned up hair was like a well done natural landscape. She was my first love and one of a kind.
But that is a story for another day.
Fast forward to college. I dated this South African chick. A dime. Here is when this love thing lost me. So here is my story:
I called her Vee! For some reason it made sense though her name did not even start with the letter V.
Her smile, oh my! That gap tooth gave my blood all sorts of rush! Her light skin was like sunshine to me. On my baddest days, just her sight was enough to erase all bad vibes.
As we were doing the same degree, I would assist her as she was a stream behind. One time, I was stuck in an exam and the thought of her, magically brought all the right answers in that exam. Love is a dangerous drug!
We were in love. Or maybe I believed it. I remember I had moved in with my best friend ‘Jnr Benz’ and for 2 months straight, I would only go home to collect clothes or pay rent. I literally lived in a girls hostel.
During my stay I would play hide and seek as I had to sneak around to get in and out. This is college, anything is possible right? The plan was so solid, I had to walk about a mile to take a shower. Somebody said love is a drug and I was high on it.
This is about six months later. It was all rosy, cozy and cuddles til one day, we had enjoyed a live performance by one of her favorite artists. We landed back at the hostel. She was so tired, I being a gentleman, I tucked her in and decided to put our phones on the charger. I should not have touched that device! That device was my demise.
Upon plugging the charger, the phone lit to show that it was charging and to my surprise, a text message saying ‘love you too babe’ was right there, staring at me as I stared back.
I really thought it was one of those times when girls call each other babe, but my friend, it was a dude’s name. It was so obvious I couldn’t play dumb. They say love is blind but in this case fam, I was it all!
When they say boys do not cry or boys do not have feelings, IT IS A LIE! We hurt. We hurt badly. I felt my heart sinking. All the good times flashed right before my eyes. I wondered, what really did I do wrong. How could this happen?
In all calmness, as tears trickled down my face, oozing like a fountain. I called her name out gently ‘..Vee’, I called again more times. She woke up and saw me holding her phone, shaking. The look on her face just sold it.
She knew I knew. In that moment, the man in me transformed. The sweetness turned to rage. All things I wanted to ask vanished. I froze. I felt something in me literally die.
What do you think happened next?
To be continued…
