Parting

She stared at her own nakedness in the mirror. Leila realized in a flash that she was beautiful. She looked at her perfect contours−firm and erect  boobs, a flat tummy; well rounded hips−and finally knew why he never wants her away. She passed her hand slowly through her body. It felt good but it felt better if he did it. Garry is his name. She has never conjured up enough reasons as to why she loves him that much. She stopped there for he loved her too.

Leila touched her breasts and she couldn’t help but visualize his hands working expertly on her. The ecstatic feeling pleasantly invaded her body. It reached deep inside her, depths she only imagined were there but never had the chance to really find out if it really existed. If it did, no one else made her feel so except the one and only Garry. Reality stopped her fantasy, as the dawn of many days away from Garry chilled her.  She would be going away to a far off place, so far from him. The thought of confining his love to a mere phone call was unwelcome. She wrapped a towel around her naked body and made her way out of the bathroom. She wanted to call him. She wanted to be with him for one last moment. She wanted to exhaust her fleshy desires for once.

Leila could hear the phone ringing at the other end for a while before going silent. She stared at her phone. She lacked the energy to try again. She thought of all the bad things. It was hard for to understand why he couldn’t be near his phone. May be he was doing to another girl what he did best to her…….

A knock woke her up from her reverie. She wondered who the intruder could be. All the energy she had fled her when she needed it the most. She rose from the couch and headed towards her bed room. The intruder would wait. The urgency of what brought him or her to her place would be tested by patience. The knock persisted and the place was taken over by silence she has known the few times she spent her day there (she spent most of her time with Garry)

She picked her phone and summoned the energy to dial his number. The urge was swallowed by an inscrutable fear. She felt a weird feeling rise inside her. She realized she was breathing faster than usual. She looked at the number on her screen and moved her thumb to press the call button. The she jerked into life as her phone suddenly vibrated in her little palm. It was the number she was trying to dial. It was Garry.

“Hi honey…..”She stammered unnecessarily.

Hi, where are you sweetheart?” He asked before she could regain her composure from the shock of his sudden call.

“I’m in my house,” she answered him.

“Why can’t you open for me then? I have been knocking for ages,” Garry said and hang up before she could explain herself.

She rose from her bed and fastened the towel around her. She fumbled with her flip-flops as she hurried to open the door for him. The door flung open and she fell into his arms in an embrace she was sure would last for a long time before she could forget. He stroked her chin playfully as they made their way in.

She left him on the couch and left for the bedroom. She found it necessary to change. A towel only on her could spark temptations, though they were welcome, it wouldn’t be nicer than those slowly initiated, and paving way to that heaven like climax. She changed into her blue cotton pajama, with white floral designs. She seldom avoided looking at herself in the mirror ad she didn’t wonder why she didn’t care today. It was a special day for her and she didn’t want to waste even a single second on needless things as standing in front of the mirror when he can tell her how good she looked. Mirrors didn’t talk.

She strutted back the couch, tying the straps of her pajama on her small waist. She couldn’t resist a giggle. It seemed to be the only way she could express her joy in seeing the man who meant everything to her right in front of her. She sat on the couch and looked straight into his eyes. She always felt overpowered by his gaze. He seemed to look way beyond what an ordinary human eye could perceive.  It was Garry’s own way of looking at things. She was certain he could see the contents of her heart.

Leila stretched her arms for the remote on the table. She saw it fit to mute the television. It distracted their moment. It took away Garry’s attention and she felt entitled to maximum attention from him so that she could feel loved. She wanted the memory of the last moment she had with him could last like an engraving on a rock. She wanted the moment t be ageless, staying fresh for the length of time it would take them to feel each other side by side once again. 

 Both their fingers intertwined as she moved closer to him. They were silent. Their silence spoke of the magnitude of each other’s presence. It spoke what held their hearts together. Leila hoisted her feet on the couch and laid her head on his laps and closed her eyes as waves of love swept through her, from his gentle strokes of his hand.

Leila found it hard to accept the fact she was leaving him. If she could choose she could prefer otherwise. Life’s a dictator, its states without giving a chance for the other party to state the other side of the story. Leila was beginning her attachment and it meant they would scarcely spend time together for a close to three months. It would hard considering the number of years they’ve spent together. Four years to be precise. She saw that as cruel burden that it would take more than courage to bear.

“Baby I don’t know if I will manage a life without you near me,” she finally mattered, more of a whisper, like she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular.

“Don’t worry we’ll manage sweetheart,” Garry’s deep vice penetrated deep in to her soul. It stirred the darkest corners of her heart and left a smile on her face. She reached for his face and touched slowly, moving her palm up and down. It was rough owing to his unshaved beard. She diidn ask him to shave. It was manly to be rugged for once and she let him be. She rose and kissed him.

The touches increased in pace and their skins longed to be in contact without any restriction. It didn’t take long before Leila was screaming from unbearable pleasure. She liked moments like this, when life stretched to eternity making her immortal for a while. She loved the way he worked her body. No one else understood her body like he did.  No one did because she never bothered to find out. Why disturb oneself when she had found what he was looking for? She would be bothering herself for absolutely no reason. He was hers and nothing would change that, only death would−she was sure of that.

Good things are only appreciated when they are taken away for a while. She thought as the bus pulled out of the parking lot. Tears welled in her eyes as he disappeared among the crowd. He seemed he would disappear forever and never come back to embrace her the he did. She thought he wouldn’t forget her. This was her greatest dread.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow, only if the very thing that holds together souls doesn’t break as he distance grows in between. She would have him her heart wherever she went.

She Hates Me

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She is a stranger to me. I know little about beyond her name, Abigail. A beauty if you widen the spectrum of gauging it. In other words she is ugly. Her company is fancied only when the sun goes down and not everywhere but in the remote village like Turkana or Pokot. She repels everything that illumines owing to her pitch black skin.

I met her the other day in town. It wasn’t my own thinking to meet her but by the virtue of helping a friend back at home, too tired of typing onto his computer. He wanted some up to date computer games, which I was to purchase and hand it over to her. Sadly she came earlier than I had anticipated and her incessant calls yielded to frustration. With each passing minute I still kept telling her to wait for some minutes even after hours had elapsed.  

Nevertheless she waited. Bothering me with her calls and texts which I am glad I managed to ignore.  All in all she couldn’t leave without the precious merchandise; her relationship did bind her to him. I admit it is kind of sinister for this guy has never met her. In fact I conducted a viability study on her and declared her unfit for occupation in his heart. Seems my words fell on the wrong side. May be she is more than I have described her earlier. May be she’s cast a spell on him.

 A few minutes to five o’clock in the evening I made an audacious attempt find the extent of her rage. True, she had that haggard look and talked to me with a tone that left a trace of her anger. I mumbled a sorry which was diluted by ‘I have waited for you for like forever’ look.

We parted ways as quickly as the penis parts with erection once it pukes the white precipitation, that substance responsible for human life. Life is like this, I thought as I shoved my way through a multitude of people making way to their destinations after sunset. You rarely have what you want unless you are the one giving it to your own self. Depending on people can be disappointing. Coupled with the mobile phone, you can be assured of something before it is even made, if it can be made. This technological world is not for the faint hearted.

Abigail didn’t want to deal with me anymore. I had delivered half of what I was asked to and the rest was with me. She seemed to have dreaded the thought of seeing me again−once bitten twice shy. My consciousness told me I had failed and the only way was to clear it of regret. I offered to take it to her but the problem lay in bringing myself down to accept the fact that I didn’t know where she was asking me to board a bus. It meant bruising my ego, welts emanating from it can take forever to heal. 

Again I managed to fail even after combing the whole city looking for the bus station. I skived class just for that. I suck in taking directions, I always alter them.

She too knows less of me but she can’t never trust me if I choose to stalk her. What I did though not a representing of the real me has left me utterly deprived of a reason to be accorded another chance to display the real me. She hates me. That’s all I know of her.