By Felix Brambaifa
He was merry,his blood boiling hot and he rubbed hands in sweet expectation.The women welcomed him. He sat down feeling important, his eyes was constantly fixed on Agnes who had long rushed to his side since his arrival. She smiled and talked little but in all she showed the very signals of excitement that he had hoped and expected.
He was a man fully aware of the ways of women
and so had not come empty handed; a polythene bag filled with beverages and
bottles of sealed refreshment spoke on his behalf. He understood things, they
discussed, and they laughed. Then the little brother of Agnes with sense ripe
enough to stage a domestic coup entered. He was still angry with his elder
sister who had returned from school without the usual gifts that was the ritual
but yet he spoke.
“Sister
you have a visitor” He said
“Tell
the person to come in” Okoro would not wait for her to answer as he asserted his
authority.
“I think it is better I meet the person
outside, I will be back” Protested Agnes.
She was afraid of the possible outcome and so she spoke
with caution. She went outside and there the visitor stood smiling, she smiled
back, unable to contain her excitement.
The two of them had met some three months
ago. He was handsome, she was beautiful and the attraction came from both
sides. They began seeing each other and the rest was history as they took the
strides, crossed the boundaries and as some would say fell in love
“Hi” He said with obvious affection.
“What are you doing here?” She whispered, her
voice down to the barest minimum as if her voice might upset some invincible presence. She moved
closer before again asking. “I hope you are ready to take me out?”
He nodded, held her hands and dragged her
outside. At that moment it became possible not to fear nor think about Okoro.
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