I remember every
single detail about him! His smile, his laughter, the colour of his eyes and even his fragrance… I still remember it all after so many
years. Yeah, I was deeply in love with him. How did we even meet? I’ll tell
I met him at the Arts quadrangle one Saturday afternoon. My room was too noisy
and stuffy so I decided to take a walk. I hurriedly wore a plain white shirt
with brown shorts and stepped out of my hostel room.
The sky was clear and beautiful; it seemed the sun suddenly lost it’s zeal to
shine. I walked past the Ekpo Convocation hall with no sense of direction. I
just wanted a quiet place where I could be alone and clear my head.
felt so heavy but I couldn’t trace the cause of this heaviness. I wasn’t having
any problem with my grades or my family. Everything was splendid as far as I
Then I remembered the Arts Quadrangle in my faculty and I hurried towards it. I
was disappointed to find someone else there; I had thought it would be
completely empty since it was Saturday.
Nevertheless, I sat down slowly behind the stranger wearing a red T shirt, blue
jeans and red sneakers. The walk had eased my heart ache a bit and i even felt
lighter than I was before I left my room.
The stranger seemed so preoccupied with
his phone when I walked in that I didn’t have a chance to see his face. So I
sat behind a faceless stranger, thinking about my life.
there” and I wondered where it had come from. Then I looked up and saw the
most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen; they were large and full of
I wanted to say ‘hi’ but I had lost my voice all of a sudden. All I
could do was stare at this beautiful creature.
Charles, what’s yours?” When I said “I’m Jenny”, my voice sounded like I had borrowed it from a cockroach. It was a
mere whisper and I silently wondered if he had heard me at all.
After two hours of chatting with Charles, I stood up to go and he offered to
accompany me to my hostel since it was getting dark. After saying goodbye to
him, I practically ran up the stairs to my room with my heart beating loudly in
I was filled with joy and I felt so alive! I was sixteen and a boy had
finally asked me out on a date! How thrilling!
school. That was my first time visiting the popular “Jives”. We
talked and laughed a lot. By 9pm, he dropped me off at my hostel. The other
dates were awesome; they were different in a special kind of way.
The first time we kissed, it was like magic; it was indescribable! I think I
was floating because I couldn’t feel my legs at one point. He was skillful with
his lips like he had been taking kissing lessons after school. I felt on top of
the world; finally, I had experienced the awesome act called
lovers. He made my world go round and round and round. When he was around, I
felt whole and when he was gone, I looked forward to our next meeting. I
couldn’t start my day without hearing his sweet voice and he was the last
person I talked to before I went to bed.
When he graduated, life suddenly became unbearable. My days felt empty without
his presence. Gradually, his calls became less frequent. He became so busy that
he no longer remembered me. I tried keeping in touch but it seemed one
unforeseen force was bent on keeping us apart.
couldn’t continue with the relationship anymore. He wanted to face his career
and I was a distraction to him. It was a blow to me!
I couldn’t believe he
would ever say that to me after all the love we shared. I thought our love was
going to last forever! I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives
together. How naive!
I spent the next month soaking my pillow with hot tears. The love of my
life was gone. My soul mate had deserted me!! I was all alone in my world. I
had no one to share my sorrow with. My world had crashed and life was no longer
pieces of my shattered heart and moved on. It’s been 5 years and it feels just
never seem to understand me or love me the way I want them to. Maybe I’ve
locked my heart out of the fear of getting hurt again.
Or maybe I keep meeting
the wrong men. Sometimes, I miss him and I secretly wish I could see him again.
Other times, I wonder what had become of my first love! I wonder if he ever
thinks of me at all. I just wonder…
with him or her?