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MY BEAUTIFUL MAN By: Gloria Ezenwamadu



   Service had to finish early that cold Friday evening. It was the usual spiritual week in school which normally takes time to end. I quickly rushed down to the cafeteria to get my delicious still very hot porridge yam and was hoping not to stay on the line for so long. Mimi, my favourite person was with me and also Anointing my dear friend. We took the game of survivor of the fittest to pick up our porridge so quickly and breakfast against tomorrow also.

 I’m glad we did though because as soon as we stepped outside the cafeteria, there I saw what I’ve never seen before in my life, the smile of this young man slapped my face like it was lightening from above, his complexion was so beautiful like everyday night, his gestures were like angels singing and dancing, his hair cut gave his face a lovely fitting.

There he stood mostly with one hand on his chest and the other in his right trouser pocket.  HE WAS BEAUTIFUL. I couldn’t approach him, yes because it would be awkward or there they say in Africa that when you approach a man first, he sees you as cheap or weak or anything so not positive.

I turned with my friends to head back to the hall before my porridge gets cold and then I heard my name “Gloria…Gloria”. I turned to see Pelumi my good friend whom I call an old man or a short man because he was so smart and filled with wisdom usually talks like he has been in the world before the death of Jesus Christ.

“Hey Pelumi what’s good” I replied

“I’m ok dear happy Sabbath”

“Oh, happy day”

“Are you busy, come and join us and hang a little. Oh but before that, let me introduce you to my friends you haven’t met”

     I took my head up and that feeling of flash struck my chest. I knew already that my heart was beating fast. I wanted it to stop but I couldn’t control it. Sweat began gradually. “What could this be, am I catching a fever, why is my head playing with me” those and more of these I asked my inner self within few seconds. I couldn’t explain this feeling. This feeling has never been felt before.

“Dere meet Gloria and Mimi; Gloria and Mimi meet Dere” Pelumi responded

“Hi” that was all that could come out from my mouth. The Beautiful man had a beautiful name DERE… I wonder what it meant, was it a native name or was it his English name? Oh my, I must have forgotten about my porridge and it should be cold by now.

 Anointing doesn’t like staying out much so I’m guessing she went back to the hall with my sweet porridge. How nice of her. I wasn’t bothered because I was with my beautiful man who had a beautiful name. Oops, what’s that? I had already titled him as “mine”… I smiled silently in me.

“Hi Derek” I called out to seek his attention not knowing what dragged me to

“It’s Dere, not Derek as in D E R E. Derepade in full” he smiled at that correction and I smiled back too. Certainly, I’m not going to be making that mistake anymore.

We spoke through that evening almost about everything, his laughter always rose my heart beat. I even lost count of what we did speak about that evening. On and on in our discussion, we cling too tight and didn’t even notice others around us, then I felt his warm hands on mine lifting it to his chest area to feel how masculine he was but instead, all I felt was that thump thump sound and the shock that went through me was about to leave me unconscious.

That was all I could remember that night. The feeling of his body, his heartbeat, his smile, his voice stored in the memory of my brain. It was deeply sad to say goodnight but I had to because school was so strict with their curfew.

 I noticed I couldn’t stop smiling. It’s definitely not love at first sight, I didn’t believe in that but I knew I liked him a lot, I wanted another day, another night with him. He was like a drug that clears all my sadness away, the blanket that keeps me warm in the cold. I must meet him one more time.


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It’s been two days since we met. I can clearly remember he did ask for my number and I gave it to him but why hasn’t he called? Could it be that I bored him that night? No, that can’t be. I clearly remember how he smiled at me and how he laughed at what I didn’t consider as a joke. I worried myself all through the morning.

I think I’m going to be sick, I couldn’t explain the feeling I felt that moment. Then it occurred to me “he’s so good looking not to be single, yes he probably has a girlfriend. Now I get it, he had to give me some space. Oh my, what if he noticed I liked him” my thought became loud words.

“Go and have your bath Gloria and get your voice down. We’ll be late for service and that will cost us some demerit point”
I didn’t notice I was loud till she called to my attention. It dawned to me that I was going insane for someone I don’t know, someone I met for just a night, someone who doesn’t have me in his thoughts like I do. Wait, could this be love?

“HELL NO” I shouted

“What do you mean by that? If you’re not going to church, I’ll have to leave you and go with Anointing. Or, is anything the matter? Is it about Dere? baby girl, he’ll call you”

Mimi was definitely in my mind living and reading all my thoughts.

“I’m so sorry love. I’m just silly having crazy thought. I don’t want us to be late so I’ll go prepare now and meet you at the exit later on”

To be continued...

©Gloriaezenwamadu

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