MY VALENTINE LOVER.
The rusty smell of the early morning cold, permeating the aperture of my nostrils as I inhale deeply to savour this lovely smell. Today isn't gonna be like every other day. Today would remind me of my secondary school lover, her name was Precious.
It all started when I was in SSS 2. I met her on my way home from school that sunny afternoon. I am this very shy type who doesn't talk too much. I live in my own world where I freely pour out my heart and communicate with myself. Just say I'm an introvert. That Afternoon, I was barely able to walk home, I had this sickness that makes me feel dizzy at random. I could be walking, playing, or even eating, and suddenly, I'd just start feeling dizzy. It would seem as though I am standing in the centre of the world, and the whole world is revolving around me. It was that terrible!!
The sun made it worse as I sweated profusely, making it very difficult for me to breath properly. I staggered home, my head bent as I try to trace my way home. Behind me, Precious and her junior brother were also returning from school. They were really enjoying the walk. They chatted about different things that happened in school that day. I could hear them indistinctly before I collapsed by the roadside.
I later found myself lying on the bed in my room when I was awake. Mum narrated how a girl had saved me when I collapsed. She said the young girl quickly rushed to a nearby shop and beckoned on the salesperson in the shop so they could help revive me. Fortunately, the salesperson was a member of my church a friend of my elder brother. He quickly carried me on his back and took me home. My mum narrated tearfully. I could sense the pain in her voice as she talked.
Good! I am better now. I ate dinner and went to sleep. The next day after school, I made sure to delay by walking slowly home, so I could see Precious and thank her for saving me. I knew her quite alright. She was the most attractive and beautiful girl in the hood. Most of my classmates always talked about her even though she wasn't a student of my school. She was the prettiest girl in the hood.
As I dragged slowly home, I sighted her afar off. There's this junction that connects our path home and she was almost there. I quickly hastened my steps, as if I was almost running. When I finally caught up with her, I called her name and thanked her for saving me the previous day. She said it was fine, and she asked if I was better. 'Of course, I'm very well okay' - I replied with a little blush. Now that I had the chance to behold her closely, I realized she was really beautiful. Her smile was enough to make garri swell up. She's a great conversationalist. She kept bringing up different things to talk about as we walked home. It was the best time of my life in years.
It continued like that for months. I'd slowly drag myself home so I would meet her at the junction, and then, we walk home together. I noticed this inexplicable feeling I have for her. I feel completely lost when I'm around her. There's this strange rush that runs through my spine each time we walk home. The feeling is heavenly. She gave me my best smile and laughs. We have become so close. I have even managed to get acquainted with her junior brother. He loves my company too. We would walk home together and sometimes buy this #20naira solidified tasty. I wondered what her lips would taste like.
I introduced her to my only friend - my diary. I wrote about her more often in the diary than I wrote about myself. On a weekend before valentine's week, she requested that I buy her a valentine gift. Valentine was on Wednesday that year. I not only planned to surprise her with a gift, I also intended to ask her out. I love her already and she knows it. The feeling was mutual. I went to school that Wednesday and when we closed, I slowly packed my stuffs together and walked home. I already knew how many minutes it'd take her to get to the junction and she was sure to always meet up. But that day, she was late.
That day, she died 😢. It was a ghastly motor accident. She was rushed to the hospital alive. The hospital rejected her after seeing how terrible her condition was. She had to be rushed down a general hospital where she eventually gave up the ghost. The news swept the whole community. My mum broke the news to me. OMG!! I fainted immediately.
I couldn't believe my ears when I eventually gained consciousness. I already bought her a valentine flower. A very cheap one from a local supermarket. I had sprayed it with my dad's perfume to give it a nice smell. I had about three chocolates in my bag for her, and a love letter I had written - all for her. I only read things like this in novels. I only thought them to be fictional. Things like this don't happen in real life!!...but I was wrong. Precious was gone. I managed to attend her burial. Yeah, I did. I sneaked out of school before closing time.
I went to her house. Her brother was there, crying. I met her mum who had already accepted her fate. Her eyes were swollen from uncontrollable tears. I wailed as I beheld her in the casket. A very white casket. Out of it emitted sweet fragrance which were used to embalm her body. Sympathizers were there too, narrating how beautiful she was and how unfortunate the whole event was. Death was too greedy, it saw someone beautiful and decided to keep her to himself alone. I dropped the flower at her grave and left....
It happened on February 14, 2017. A day Valentine meant sorrow instead of Love.
© Elpheezy1
MY VALENTINE LOVER.
The rusty smell of the early morning cold, permeating the aperture of my nostrils as I inhale deeply to savour this lovely smell. Today isn't gonna be like every other day. Today would remind me of my secondary school lover, her name was Precious.
It all started when I was in SSS 2. I met her on my way home from school that sunny afternoon. I am this very shy type who doesn't talk too much. I live in my own world where I freely pour out my heart and communicate with myself. Just say I'm an introvert. That Afternoon, I was barely able to walk home, I had this sickness that makes me feel dizzy at random. I could be walking, playing, or even eating, and suddenly, I'd just start feeling dizzy. It would seem as though I am standing in the centre of the world, and the whole world is revolving around me. It was that terrible!!
The sun made it worse as I sweated profusely, making it very difficult for me to breath properly. I staggered home, my head bent as I try to trace my way home. Behind me, Precious and her junior brother were also returning from school. They were really enjoying the walk. They chatted about different things that happened in school that day. I could hear them indistinctly before I collapsed by the roadside.
I later found myself lying on the bed in my room when I was awake. Mum narrated how a girl had saved me when I collapsed. She said the young girl quickly rushed to a nearby shop and beckoned on the salesperson in the shop so they could help revive me. Fortunately, the salesperson was a member of my church a friend of my elder brother. He quickly carried me on his back and took me home. My mum narrated tearfully. I could sense the pain in her voice as she talked.
Good! I am better now. I ate dinner and went to sleep. The next day after school, I made sure to delay by walking slowly home, so I could see Precious and thank her for saving me. I knew her quite alright. She was the most attractive and beautiful girl in the hood. Most of my classmates always talked about her even though she wasn't a student of my school. She was the prettiest girl in the hood.
As I dragged slowly home, I sighted her afar off. There's this junction that connects our path home and she was almost there. I quickly hastened my steps, as if I was almost running. When I finally caught up with her, I called her name and thanked her for saving me the previous day. She said it was fine, and she asked if I was better. 'Of course, I'm very well okay' - I replied with a little blush. Now that I had the chance to behold her closely, I realized she was really beautiful. Her smile was enough to make garri swell up. She's a great conversationalist. She kept bringing up different things to talk about as we walked home. It was the best time of my life in years.
It continued like that for months. I'd slowly drag myself home so I would meet her at the junction, and then, we walk home together. I noticed this inexplicable feeling I have for her. I feel completely lost when I'm around her. There's this strange rush that runs through my spine each time we walk home. The feeling is heavenly. She gave me my best smile and laughs. We have become so close. I have even managed to get acquainted with her junior brother. He loves my company too. We would walk home together and sometimes buy this #20naira solidified tasty. I wondered what her lips would taste like.
I introduced her to my only friend - my diary. I wrote about her more often in the diary than I wrote about myself. On a weekend before valentine's week, she requested that I buy her a valentine gift. Valentine was on Wednesday that year. I not only planned to surprise her with a gift, I also intended to ask her out. I love her already and she knows it. The feeling was mutual. I went to school that Wednesday and when we closed, I slowly packed my stuffs together and walked home. I already knew how many minutes it'd take her to get to the junction and she was sure to always meet up. But that day, she was late.
That day, she died 😢. It was a ghastly motor accident. She was rushed to the hospital alive. The hospital rejected her after seeing how terrible her condition was. She had to be rushed down a general hospital where she eventually gave up the ghost. The news swept the whole community. My mum broke the news to me. OMG!! I fainted immediately.
I couldn't believe my ears when I eventually gained consciousness. I already bought her a valentine flower. A very cheap one from a local supermarket. I had sprayed it with my dad's perfume to give it a nice smell. I had about three chocolates in my bag for her, and a love letter I had written - all for her. I only read things like this in novels. I only thought them to be fictional. Things like this don't happen in real life!!...but I was wrong. Precious was gone. I managed to attend her burial. Yeah, I did. I sneaked out of school before closing time.
I went to her house. Her brother was there, crying. I met her mum who had already accepted her fate. Her eyes were swollen from uncontrollable tears. I wailed as I beheld her in the casket. A very white casket. Out of it emitted sweet fragrance which were used to embalm her body. Sympathizers were there too, narrating how beautiful she was and how unfortunate the whole event was. Death was too greedy, it saw someone beautiful and decided to keep her to himself alone. I dropped the flower at her grave and left....
It happened on February 14, 2017. A day Valentine meant sorrow instead of Love.
© Elpheezy1