Strange Lovers Pt 1

Can we still be friends?” That’s what she asked me the last time I saw her. I couldn’t give her a reply. How do I answer such a question? It will be like squeezing water from a dry stone. So I just looked at her.‪

I thought she was my missing rib. I thought she was my better half. I thought we were meant for each other. So I gave her my all. Time. Money. Credit. Love. I almost gave her my life. Thank goodness I didn’t do that.‪

I wanted to unleash on her all the twenty-something years of love bottled up inside me. I wanted to prove to myself that I was capable of loving. So when she finally gave a positive response to my request, after years of persistent pressure and wooing, I did not want to “play loose.”‪

I gave her everything she wanted. Even those things she didn’t ask, I gave her. I’m sure you are wondering if everything is okay up there. Yes. I’m very sound. It’s just that matters of the heart cannot be discussed with the mind. Why? Because they will look so stupid when they are discussed with the mind.‪

Wait till you get caught in the web of love. You may even do worst things than I did. I couldn’t do anything without seeing her. I lost my appetite. I lost my sense of humor. I lost my sense of judgment. Her love pinned me down, and enslaved me. It made my very existence on this earth very unpalatable.‪

My love for her could be compared to that of Romeo and Juliet. Well, so I thought. Her love blindfolded me. I didn’t have any idea as to the direction she was taking me. I followed her instructions. I obeyed her commands effortlessly. All because of love. I never thought she could leave me. I never thought I would be this lonely again.‪

Oh love! I thought it was something sweet. I thought it was something to be enjoyed. I never knew something so sweet can hurt so painfully. Enough of the lecture on love. Let me get back to the story and give you the details.‪

Let me begin by telling you how I met her. I met her at a party. The birthday party of my landlord. She was in the company of her friends. But she stood out. She was too conspicuous to be ignored. I approached her, but her attitude towards me wasn’t too good.‪

At first I wanted to ignore her. Oh yeah, I needed to save my face and protect my dignity. But there was this voice. A very thin voice. That kept telling me to press on. And so I did. I went to her again. This time, she was sitting alone, with a cup of chilled water in front of her. I sat on the chair directly facing her.‪

She gave me that “stop-bothering-me” look. I ignored it, and focused on my mission. I know when it comes to women accepting proposals from unknown men, this was to be expected. I looked straight into her eyes and gave her a warm smile. Most people tell me I have infectious smile so I wasn’t surprised when she also started smiling. At that point, I got to know that I was gradually winning the battle.‪

We had a very short conversation. A very brief one. Her friends were leaving, so she had to join them. I asked for her number. I was so eager to store her phone number on my phone, to make follow up. She declined to give me her number. But rather, she took mine. She promised to give me a call that very night, when she gets home. She gave me a warm goodbye and a forced smile. She left me, and joined her friends. Will she call me?‪

That night, I couldn’t sleep early. I was anxiously expecting a call from her. I couldn’t put the phone down. I remember very well, I took it to the bathroom even when I was going to take my evening shower. 9:30pm. She didn’t call. 10:30pm. She didn’t call. I was getting sick and tired of waitingfor her call. I began to doze off. At exactly 10:45pm, I saw a missed call on my phone. Oh finally! I tried calling her, but the response I got wasn’t pleasant-“sorry, you don’t have enough call credit.” What?! This can’t be happening to me at this time. I had to borrow credit. Yes. I did. I said a little prayer, and called the number.‪
The call went through, but no one picked up the call.I tried again and this time, some one picked it up. It was a she. But the voice sounded like an old woman. As soon as I said “hello”, she told me she was calling her daughter and she mistakenly dialled my  number. “I’m sorry” she added and hanged up. Wow! So I have borrowed call credit to call a wrong line? This is tragic. Avalanche of questions started moving to and fro my mind. Could this be the lady playing a prank on me? Why hasn’t she called? Are they still on their way home. Will she ever call me? I looked at my wall clock, and it was quarter to twelve. “Ay3 ka”. I had to sleep.‪
The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to check my phone for any missed call. There was none, except that old woman’s missed call. I kept thinking about the lady. Although I was upset she didn’t call me, as she promised, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her thoughts consumed my mind. I prepared and leftfor church. In church, I couldn’t hear a word of what my garrulous preacher said. I was day dreaming about her. I had still not given up on her. I was anxiously waiting for her call, but it never came.‪#‎to_be_continued
Sunday too passed without her call. Monday came. I expected her call. She never called me. Tuesday came. I expected her call. She never never called me. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Enough. I can’t wait for her call again, Isaid to myself. I need to move on.‪

It was Sunday evening. Dumsor was in my area. My phone battery had just one bar. I was sitting alone with my thoughts. I heard my phone ringing. It was from an unknown number. I picked up the call. Guess what? It was her. I nearly screamed when she introduced herself on the phone. But I controlled myself. I didn’t want her to think she was really needed in my life. I politely asked her why she couldn’t call me the other night as she promised. She said it was nothing. Like seriously? Does she have any idea the emotional and psychological pain she had put me through? I felt like “telling her mind” and cutting the call.‪

I tried to remain calm. Breathe innnnnnn, ooout. Breathe innnnnn, ooout. I regained my composure. The anger boiling up in me had vanished. I changed the topic to something personal and interesting. I saw that she enjoyed every topic I raised that night. We talked for about an hour. My phone started warning me. The battery was low. We had to end the call. Sadly, we ended it. Just when I was about to switch off my phone, I received a text message from her.

The text message read, “Thanks a lot for the interesting topics you raised. I never knew there were gentle, polite and yet funny guys still in this world. I can’t wait for another chat with you. Good night honey.” Wait a second. She just called me honey? Just forget about the “gentle”,”polite” and “funny.” I mostly hear that. But honey?Wow! Amazing. I couldn’t sleep that night. I wanted to reply her that very moment, but, my phone went off.‪
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Inspiration

Spare some minutes of your time and give thanks to God for all the valuable and priceless gifts you have in your life; your life, the air you breathe, the love and care you receive, your friends and family, etc. Don’t forget to thank Him for even what you don’t have. You have no idea the number of people who wished they were like you. Be GRATEFUL to God.
-K. Dwomoh
Have a lovely blessed day 👍:)🙏

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