Obioma

I had thought about it many times. How I would tell him. If I should tell him. And many times I'd convinced myself I would never ever tell him.

But I did. I did when he visited last August. It

was most unexpected as I'd always felt that if

he was to come, it would be in December.

When we saw each other again was at the market. I had just finished buying some new ingredients for my baking. And I was glad I had taken my time to look nice that day. I had on blue jeans, red top with black hearts in the middle. I had drawn my eyebrows with a pencil, rubbed some white powder and put on a little lipstick. I had finished the look with a pair of dangling earrings.

He didnt see me at first and I wondered whether I should let him. But I was so excited that I couldn't just let him go without saying hi. So I walked up to him saying in my mind, I hope he's happy to see me,and when he saw me, he smiled. That smile touched some little ants jumping for joy somewhere in my heart and I smiled back a little, not wanting him to know the party that was rocking inside me.

"What has it been, two years?"

"Psh, you talk like we don't chat online every now and then Kola."

"Well I can't compare it with seeing face to face now. Howayu?* Don't answer that, I can see you're fine."

"Don't be so sure. looks can be deceiving. Kola, can we go somewhere and talk on Sunday? There's something I'd like to ask you. I want to seek your opinion on something. When will you be free? "

"Anytime you're ready just call me. You know guys things naw.* I'll be ready in less than fifteen minutes. "

"Aiit* love, see you later. I'll call you. "

Love? Could you be more obvious? When was the last time you called any guy love, my love? I chided myself.

When I got home I became restless. I wished Sunday would come so fast so that I could see Kola again. And it was just Wednesday. I tried to distract myself by baking some snacks. But after burning the first batch, I decided I couldn't concentrate and I threw in the towel.

I decided to read a thriller I had bought on my way back. It had a bit of a romance to it and I found myself wishing that it was me and Kola.

That he was the hero in the story and I was the attractive translator that the hero had to protect from the bad guys. I soon put the book away and began to daydream.

The daydream soon turned into a nightmare as the translator became one of the bad guys. I woke up in the middle of the night with my heart beating in my head. I played some music to calm myself and soon drifted into another sleep. This time, my dream had a happy ending. But in my rush for work, I forgot all about it.

(*Howayu- How are you?, Naw- Now, Aiit- Alright)