MY BESTIE & I.??
03
©️Sha Ron ✔️
I was happy that he kept to his promise as always when he came to see me, I ran into his arms the moment I saw him from the spot he stood patiently waiting for me to pick him up.
I threw myself at him and I didn’t know what happened next but I realized my mouth clinged to his.
I caught myself and broke the contact. I apologized for what happened, he said it’s nothing but I have to be very careful not to repeat that mistake again.
His name is Henry, have I told you guys before? ?? Probably it skipped my mind because I am in a hurry to tell you everything.
My name is Yvonne, I’m studying computer science and I just turned twenty years old this week and he will be twenty three next month.
He’s someone very simple and a man of a few words, unlike me. I’m a talkative, gee! I can talk for Africa??.
If government pays salary for talking, I will have the highest pay. I’m lively but I love a quiet place when I have a book to read and when I have an idea on what to write.
I’m a tomboy but if you look Wella, am very beautiful, very, very beautiful. I don’t need to be told, I know. And he’s someone gorgeous and charming.
I have taxed a lot of ladies who come knocking on my door asking me to connect them with him, ladies! hmmm…they no dey carry eye see fine boy wey no geh wahala.
I showed him around my school and introduced him to my friends. Trust friends, the girls were red with jealous ’cause I didn’t want to get them closer to him and the boys saw him as a rival for being the guy that I chose over them.
We played games all day in my room, unusual games that we created for ourselves, like staying in the same room and chatting as if we were far away from each other.
Playing chess, cards, and hide and seek. He also introduced a very funny game as he normally does, like us holding hands and twirling on the bed until we fall down with our head spinning and eyes rotating and us laughing like crazy kids.
Holding each others gaze, whoever looks down first is to do wh@tëver the other person wants him or her to do.
“Give me your phone” He had said when I had lost to him on the later game, I think I never won that particular game because I can’t look into his eyes for seconds without looking away shyly.
“What for?” I had asked raising a brow inquisitively.
“Have you forgotten the rules of the game?” He said and I had no choice.
“Such a weird game, you never think of a better one” I had said and handed it to him.
That day he introduced another game with my phone. He blindfolded me and hid the phone, then asked me to find it while It’s ringing.
It was a lot of fun, but I never won that game, I know he always brings up such games for the fun of it and not for the winning sake.
I didn’t understand what I felt, it was really funny that I love watching him sprawled on my bed sleeping and snoring softly with his lips patted slightly.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would wake me and ask me to read, I might get angered that he disturbs my sleep but he would stay awake with me advising me to make it more a habit so that I won’t fail my exams because novels won’t help me write them.
When I finally get to bed again, before I wake up, my breakfast will be ready and everything I need to set off to lecture too.
I wasn’t the prayerful kind, but this guy won’t let me take a step away from my bed if I don’t say my rosary.
He takes me to early morning walk on Saturdays and Sundays, we would talk, hold hands, pick leaves or flowers, watch the sun rise until we get to Barbeach and bury our legs in sand like kids in kindergarten.
Finally, we dip ourselves into the cold water, wash clean, and end up doing brunch late in the mornings and go to gems afterwards.
I didn’t want him to go, but he had to no matter what, and I felt empty when it was time for him to go.
He had spent 3-4 weeks with me before he went back to Port Harcourt where he is learning trade. I started missing him from the moment he said;
“I’m going back tomorrow”
The tomorrow no even reach and am already missing us wearing the same jessey and playing football.
I miss us taking a walk on the beach, I miss us watching a movie together.
I just miss us together as ladies eye dey hot while men lurks around …
Go through the memory lane with me and remember when a guy will say “hello pretty” and he would be like “can’t you see she’s all booked up!” ??
And when a lady will say “hey boo” and he would signal me to send them off and I will be like “he’s mine, Fuçk off!”?☺️?
Awwwwn, he’s the only bestie that will tell me to get a beautiful girl for him and I will go to the girl and say “hello bae, my big brother over there wants to have a word with you”
Gosh! I really miss those days!!
And I miss him now.
Well, I won’t miss him a lot because I might distract myself with the novel he gave me as a birthday gift, are you reading with me?
Let’s go!
