Her

I know sometimes love stays where you least expect but does it happens when you are flipping through members of a WhatsApp group Chat and then someone’s profile picture catches your attention and then you two grow interest in each other and become friends? Soon enough you start to call each other Di m oma and Nwunye m?

Or does it happen you amplify a small incident and then you tell the story as thus; being buggered by a roomie to fetch water and then you see her through the rails on the wall? Cute hair buns with two braided line base and then she looks at you and actually blushes. You don’t know if she’s embarrassed because you’ve been staring at her and your water at the tap is overflowing already or the fact she was in a singlet and she was busty or whatever that word is… (I’m not carnal or profane, biko) and she wasn’t uncomfortable to be seen in the manner I did. Not that I was a peeping tom, the walls were low and then railed with iron bars. I just looked around and saw someone beautiful. Not that she was indecently dressed, she was in her compound and I was… Wo, at this point, I don’t care.
PS: Remember I said it was an amplified event, so don’t go on creating extreme thoughts. Also, that’s a short part of a story I want to publish in bits on my blog so you want to stay tuned 🤗

So, wherever love stays? I’m glad I was born in love. Born in Christ.

However due to the fact that Tehilla, my friend won’t let us hear word about her future engagement and wishes if not plans, I think I’d just take advantage of this write-up and tell you my heart, Dear-Her. (Future her, of course)
So in case you’re not Dear-Future-Her, you might as well just bolt and move on to my next blog post.

Dear…,

First things first, I know time is about to end its phase on the earth so I don’t know if we’d ever exist together but if we’re friends now then I’m glad our friendship is one that’d defy space and time to be eternal just like the One who loved us first. Not sure, this is written in God’s script for me but if I find you or if we happen, then it is what it is but please don’t wear trousers right? I would most love to see you in a beautiful dress. If it’s a skirt and a top, I fit manage am but please let’s not meet with you wearing trousers. I know this is crazy but I feel you’d look more beautiful and this would make me admire you more. It also shows a clear distinction between us; Me a guy, You, a lady, my lady. Nope, I do not hate trousers or such in fact you can wear them always but this is one idea I’ve fantasised about. I hope also to appear the way you’d want to.

Now in all sincerity, I know love thrives on spoken reassurance but I must tell you I don’t know how I’d ask you out. I’d probably have to ‘be a man’ and say how I feel and declare my intentions but to keep on saying it all the time… Omo! Like Fave, you’d be patient with me and respond to the voice of my hands. All my life, some of the words I’m gonna have to tell you are words that I tell Lord Jesus alone in praise now I have to tell you the same thing? I have to tell you indeed words can’t describe your loveliness as you’re so beautiful. These are words that I must tell you. I must say it to you but my lips are quite stubborn. However, I promise I would tell you these words but treasure the written words of my heart for they don’t stammer, my spoken words may.

You know, I just realized that a lot of people are reading this despite my warning to leave so I’d just end it here. By the way, I’ve got a name that I’d like to give our daughter however I won’t be mentioning it here due to the sneak-a-peek-ers. But speaking of naming, biko, I don’t have the strength of ceremonial naming. It’d be like Arielle naming. No stress. Birth >> Naming >> Announcement >> leave the hospital for home. Right before birth, we’d call our child by name.

So I guess this would be the end of this note for now but…

Well, I guess since you stuck around I should say thank you. Thank you for reading.🌚

Somehow reading this all over and it just feels like something is missing but I don’t think it is.
Dear Her, since we don’t know if we’d exist in a couple of years but thanks to Tehilla, I’ve recreated you and I love you so much!

Isn’t it amazing that you can love a fragment of your imagination? An unseen person that lived in dreams and fantasy?

Well, bye-bye