There was an unfinished church at the confluence of a T-road named after a saint. We went down there every Saturday & Sunday afternoon. I was 7 or 8. Hangout on the lawn outside as we waited for the Sunday school ladies, playing some game of pebbles. Twas a buzz, but only the little girls took part.
We sat on the first pews and the boys sat right behind us. And he was always there. Never said a word to me, but I felt his stares and his smile whenever our eyes accidentally met. He served as an altar boy, I danced with the girls.
After church, we left without a word. Strangers who had grown too accustomed to each other. We often met on the road as I strolled along, him riding his bike in my direction. All the while; I'd smile, he'd give me that quiet look, and then we'd be gone.
Years later, we were in high school. I was walking home and there he was again, the laid back boy with big beautiful eyes and a radiant smile, on his bike. But this day he said hey as we passed, I replied. It was the start of a friendship.
Pizzas and cocktails in campus; he occasionally spotted me in town and took the liberty to drive me home amid chit-chats on his new exploits and cooking accidents. He said I had beautiful eyes.
Met him on the street with an adorable kid, said twas his. But then again, he was just being his old charming self. We had coffee. Discussed big contracts and winning tenders, doing business with the right people and how he was happy for me to be finishing school. Said I had the cutest lips ever.
Went out one night, to the chicken place for a quick snack, and there he was with the prettiest girl I'd met in a long while. Exchanged pleasantries on my way out …but right there I felt my heart sink deeper in its cavity. Turns out she was his baby siz.
Tonight was his birthday, sent my wish for a grand new year on whatsapp. He said he'd really love to see me at his party. Well, I ain't no party girl but you bet I'mma rock this paaarty.