By: Oluwasola Abiola Elisha - ABSOL
From nowhere the rain came, so sudden nobody was expecting it. It was getting late and so I had to join the fellow students running up and down for shelter. An attempt to run all the way from the middle of faculty of education and faculty of administration to Moremi Block B301 would have been suicidal as the rain was already pouring. Like it will wash away our sins it poured so heavily, perhaps one of the angels was messing around with the heaven’s pumping machine. In its company came the mighty cold, so cold that Antarctica was jealous, the same way mercury was jealous earlier in the day of my hotness, suddenly the glory of my hotness was gone and I was to face the reality of cold penetrating directly into my marrows. Like the Holy Spirit the cold descended upon us right there as we all sat uncomfortably or maybe I was the only uncomfortable fellow at the admin and don’t mind my diction, I am a born poet as you will get to know more later. Gradually the night came in the company of the cold descending upon us right there at the admin basement.
Then suddenly like an angel Gabriel going to deliver message to the holy Mary of our time he appeared in his white regalia, radiating like the bright morning sun, the scent of his perfume arrested my nose while his physique wrestled tirelessly with my soul, the sound of his bass voice took hold of my whole and I was left helpless wondering who the creature may be. It was in the dark of the night, the darkness caused by the rain and so his face was not visible to my blindness as we were all helpless under the blanket of darkness that has covered us all but clearly I could see his teeth as he opened his mouth to eventually talk. Which human being wears white shirt, white suit, white trousers and white shoes? My curiosity was soon to be answered.
“Do you mind if I sit?” he sweetly said and with no hesitation I permitted the demon that will soon passionately consume my emotions.
“Why not? The land is the lord’s” I sarcastically said making space for him.
“Perhaps, the son of man may dwell in the ancient land as well” I laughed at the statement I had no idea of its meaning until I repeated the statement in my head and got to properly decipher the meaning of his words.
“Well the ancient land is a fallow ground on which no man has cultivated so…”
“So I stand a chance of being the first man to cultivate” he cut in and then I knew there was trouble. I was having fun no doubt but it was getting into me but I am not the type that backs off from danger so I went for the bait.
“Well! The determinant of that will be either the first man to cultivate it is in possession of cutlass or tractor” I said and laughed silently as I waited curiously for his response.
“You should be feeling cold, do you mind to have my suit on?” Oh no! He just broke a conversation that was turning me on and making me feel hot, but since he has decided to be the sailor of the ship of our conversation, I decided to just sail along with him on board.
“I will be very grateful!” I said. Like a gentleman he gently put his suit around me, shielding me from the brutality of the cold.
“I am Femi by the way” finally! Every little cell of my body screamed to finally know his name and like a controlled robot I uttered mine.
“I am Juliet, nice to meet you”
“The pleasure is mine my lady” wait! Did he just say my lady? Just then the rain gradually vanished, unleashing more cold upon us. The magnet between us finally got us closed and he finally wrapped his arms around me.
©ABSOL
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