Set your soul on fire,
Or let me.
We tell a tale across the skies.
I can just lay across your thighs.
My life is in two chapters;
Before and After You.
So I was at this bar late Saturday evening.
Don’t mind me o. I had spent the earlier part of the day working with a new team, and after we were done we’d gone for some drinks and food. Somehow sha, I still wasn’t sated. I was feeling restless, so when we agreed to go our separate ways, I got in my car and started driving. It wasn’t really late, I really had no idea where I was going; I just knew I wanted to stop at a place with lights.
So sha, I was at this lit bar, chilling and sipping Smirnoff Ice…
No. Forgive me. I definitely wasn’t sipping Smirnoff Ice, because I asked and they said they didn’t have it.
My people please intervene. What sort of facking bar does not have Smirnoff Ice on a Saturday evening?!
And then, to add insult to injury, they offer me Snapp.
I mean, it’s bad enough I drink Smirnoff Ice. I know the looks I get when I ask for Smirnoff Ice.
And then, someone thinks it’s a good idea to offer me SNAPP?!
No offense, but that shit makes me think of soiled diapers – some baby shit. Shit!
So sha, I was at the bar, nursing my injured pride, chewing on some peppered gizzard…
When I noticed this guy a few seats away on my left, staring.
At first, I looked his way and looked away thinking it was just a random glance between strangers. However, as the night progressed I realized he was staring at me. Like, really staring.
Okay. That was odd.
Shifting gently in my seat, I moved my left side away from the bar and my right towards it. By the time I stopped, I was almost facing him but no so much he’d notice I had done anything. I grabbed some more sticks of gizzard, popped them in my mouth and looked at him.
He was slim, but not thin. He was wearing a grey shirt tucked in dark-colored pants and shiny loafers. He had hairy jowls and his complexion was hard to tell with all the lights. However, he didn’t look bad.
But it was clear I hadn’t seen him before. So why was he staring?
He would look, take a swallow from the green bottle he was holding around the neck – and while he swallowed, he would look again. And then, he would set the bottle down and exhale.
As I continued to look at this man, I started to have an idea for some mischief. I continued to chew my meat and watching him – but this time, from the corner of my eye. As far as he was concerned, I was ignoring him.
Which was just as well.
As he lifted the bottle, I turned towards him and waited till involuntarily, his eyes started to seek me out.
That was when I winked.
Somehow, he missed his mouth with the beer. Most of it ended up in his nose, eyes and on his shirt. Gasping for air, he fell forward, spraying beer from his mouth and snorting through his nose. I turned away, bent over the bar in laughter but I could hear him coughing loudly. I was laughing so loudly – at some point, I think chewed gizzard would have come out my nose.
Respecting myself, I stood, pulled some money out my pocket and left it beneath my plate. And then, I left jejely before some wise ass decided to ask why I was laughing.
I’m a writer, not a fighter abeg.
One of the things that suck about life – is how the anticipation of a thing is usually more fun/lasts longer than the thing itself.
Case(s) In Point: Remember when you were waiting for Deadpool? Justice League? An intimate encounter?
Your food to arrive at a restaurant?
Morale of my story: nothing lasts. We’re all dust and shadow – but for our memories and the souls that carry a piece of ours. The who you ate the meal with/beside, the who you saw the movie with/beside is a better memory than of the meal/film itself.
Make love not war. Make memories not enemies.
Peace and Love.
Remember when they said you were too young to love?
You wouldn’t understand the valleys and mountains;
You couldn’t navigate the valley lows and highways
Wells and fountains?
They looked at your age,
And said it would be impossible for you to maintain
Keep up with the pressure,
It takes to hold on to pleasure
And your young heart pleaded;
And they said, ‘You’re too young to understand’.
It’s just another day.
At least, that’s my excuse for not wishing you guys a happy new year.
It’s just another day. And nothing changes if we don’t change it.
Sure, dates and the days they fall on move around. It’s another opportunity to celebrate mundane things like birthdays, wedding anniversaries, graduations and what-nots.
Truthfully, however, it’s just another day of another cycle of living.
Trust me. If it was hard for you to do on the 30th of June, it will be just as hard for you to do on the first, second or third of January. Truth comes from within, no matter how we feel about it.
It’s the reason it took me this long to put this up. That; and the feeling of ‘who reads this anyway?’
I know. I know.
Anyways, my point is keep your promises to yourself – not because it’s a certain date on the calendar, but because it’s the thing to do. Get busy living or get busy dying.
So long as you get busy.
The air-conditioning was on – but for some reason, the car was colder than it was moments ago.
Moments ago, when we left the cinema holding hands. It’s funny how physically close to someone you can be and yet be oceans apart. Sure, she was right next to me; I could smell the lingering scent of her body lotion mixed with her own smell, but I couldn’t guess what she was thinking. I wanted to ask her what; or make a witty comment about the movie we just watched –
But there was a look on her face that silenced me.
We were driving – or rather I was driving towards her house and the silence filled the car with sound. To hide my increasing nervousness, I pushed the radio power button – but she laid a hand across mine. I pushed the button again, turning the radio off but she still held onto my hand.
I turned towards her slightly, keeping one eye on the road. I had watched too many films of guys driving and being distracted by the women beside them. She was staring at me intently and frankly; I started to sweat around the balls.
‘Is anything wrong?’ I asked.
She swallowed. I started to feel the chill – a chill that had nothing to do with the car air-conditioning. My heart was beating so loudly I could feel it pounding against my eardrums. I held her hand back, realizing how cold it was. I pulled my hand free and turned off the air-conditioning – and then, I held her hand again.
‘I – I’m pregnant. Ba – Seun, I’m carrying your baby.’
You know, the reason I don’t answer all those ‘what would you do’ questions in those Facebook groups is because I know it’s hard to say what you’ll do in ANY situation – except you’ve actually lived through it. If someone had told me before I went into the cinema that evening that everything I thought I knew about myself would change in less than four hours, I’d have sworn heaven and earth.
I’m carrying your baby.
And as I sat beside her, driving towards her house I realized I never meant all the things I said to her. Ideas about ‘always loving her’ and ‘wanting to be with her’ were just that; ideas that couldn’t survive in the real world. I opened my mouth to say something – anything, but I had no idea what, so I closed it back.
I looked at her –
She was in the corner of her seat, sobbing quietly. I didn’t notice when she let go of my hand. Comfort her; the kind part of me insisted. Tell her it will be fine – that everything will be okay.
But I couldn’t bring myself to tell one more lie.
The question lies;
Deep within these friendless skies,
Family with who you have no blood ties,
And they talk as if all of life; within blood lies,
What do they know; really?
What do they; or I, or you, for that matter…
What do we know of what truly matters?
Then; deep, within these friendly highs,
Lies the question…