With a tinge of smile on his face; he looks far out. Seemingly seeing
what is farther than the sighting of physical eyes. Sighs, then his
face contorts beautifuly into a full smile. He looks fully at his one man audience and pats his hand. The noon light illuminating his cool brown eyes and the occassional
flutter of his curved eye lashes. He seems to have much to say and
without any goading or prompting he speaks thus:
I can’t remember the date. But I can recall with utmost clarity the events of that day: the day I met Sinmi.
I remember strolling into the adjacent yard to our church with Tom Clancy’s RED OCTOBER in my grasp with one of my fingers acting as a page marker and looking for a serene enough but not entirely secluded spot in the vicinity to savour the unfolding thrill of Clancy’s narrative and the comedious thrill of the live football tango at play on the make-shift field when it happened…
‘Do you know she can’t speak pidgin?’ A brother-friend of mine had addressed me. ‘Really?’ I remember asking rhetorically while looking up to see who the subject was.
What I saw in that face that day, I can't recall. I have however been privileged to see several kinds of emotions on same face over time. I had replied with a single sentence that day ‘I will teach you’ and walked away in search of a really secluded place in the yard to enjoy my Clancy.
My student of that day, Isinmioluwa, has become my best friend, my accomplice, partner, or whatever other words can be used to describe both commited and non commital mutuality. It however hasn't been all lovey-dovey as my story will show you, got to quickly attend to a request though. Will be back.
I can’t remember the date. But I can recall with utmost clarity the events of that day: the day I met Sinmi.
I remember strolling into the adjacent yard to our church with Tom Clancy’s RED OCTOBER in my grasp with one of my fingers acting as a page marker and looking for a serene enough but not entirely secluded spot in the vicinity to savour the unfolding thrill of Clancy’s narrative and the comedious thrill of the live football tango at play on the make-shift field when it happened…
‘Do you know she can’t speak pidgin?’ A brother-friend of mine had addressed me. ‘Really?’ I remember asking rhetorically while looking up to see who the subject was.
What I saw in that face that day, I can't recall. I have however been privileged to see several kinds of emotions on same face over time. I had replied with a single sentence that day ‘I will teach you’ and walked away in search of a really secluded place in the yard to enjoy my Clancy.
My student of that day, Isinmioluwa, has become my best friend, my accomplice, partner, or whatever other words can be used to describe both commited and non commital mutuality. It however hasn't been all lovey-dovey as my story will show you, got to quickly attend to a request though. Will be back.
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