Greetings mortals, as usual it’s always a lengthy period of time inbetween my posts, not longer than Kim Kardashian’s though 🙂 as usual i’ve just been busy on some dilettantish ish…u dig?
Well..this post was conceived in my mind but written by a friend of mine ( Jennyphar ) , one of d people who inspired me to blog. She’s a passionate writer, her stories are emotive, with this qualities i asked for her help in putting this story to paper. You can visit her blog www.jennyphar.wordpress.com
I take half responsibility in case of any #Gbagauns in the story because i edited it a little & i donate the other half of the responsibility to a charity foundation as a charitable citizen.
I finally decided to post this today because of Joycedavoice’s tweet
“Today’s ‘i love to write day’ founded in 2002 the world’s largest party for writers.celebrate by writing a poem, letter anyfin u like “
He removed the phone from his ear stared at it briefly in for a few seconds as the voice on the other end seemed to continue ranting endlessly, he put the mouth piece close to his mouth then retorted “I’m sorry Carol but it’s over”, “Hello, hello?” the female voice on the other end cried out but He hung up.
He sat under the tree in front of his compound relishing the cool of the evening, he couldn’t even be bothered. He’d finally estranged himself the loveless one sided relationship he’d been in.
”Teacher John”, a soft voice called out, He looked up and saw her. The girl with the big brown eyes that seemed to search one’s soul. She was quite plump, her skin light chocolate complexion & her dark hair weaved all back.
He’d noticed her the very first day he stepped into Federal government girls’ college Calabar.
He was fresh out of the University of Lagos and had just been posted to Calabar for his NYSC. He’d never left Lagos and so Calabar was new to him, She was different, nothing like the stuck up,superficial & materialistic girls he’d known all his life. Nothing like Carol.
Eventhough he fought the attraction with all his might, his chiselled face still gave way to a smile whenever he saw her. There was something about her. The way she smiled,the way her big brown eyes lit up whenever he taught the class something new, the way she said his name with her accent and always with the prefix ‘teacher’.
”Teacher John good evening” ”Good evening Mfon” She had a tray of groundnuts sitting on her head. For the past eight months,he’d waited in front of the compound everyday to buy groundnuts from her. As she set the tray down on the ground, he reached into his back pocket, he realised that in his hurry to get outside where there was reception so he could call Carol he’d forgotten his wallet on his bed. ”Mfon follow me inside. I forgot my wallet” She looked hesitant at first. ”Should I follow him inside? He’s teacher John. He’s not a stranger. Besides,I need to sit down” Mfon thought to herself. Before Mfon could even make up her mind, she found herself already following him.
Teacher John’s house was simple & neat. ”Sit down and have some water” She obeyed. She was too tired to even argue. Sitting led to eating and eating led to chatting and chatting led to laughing. Before she knew it, it was dark outside. As Mfon walked back home and John cleared the dishes, they both thought about their time together. One thing reigned in both minds, they’d both found a friend in each other.
After school everyday for the next month, Mfon would go to teacher John’s house after selling most of her groundnuts and they would have lunch and talk for hours. The days of that month seemed to breeze by and before they knew it, it was his last evening in Calabar.
”I’m leaving at 5am with the first bus” He said with his hand on her lap. He was sitting so close that he was whispering. ”I’ll miss you Mfon” and then he kissed her, tasting the tenderness of her lips. She didn’t kiss back but she didn’t stop him. He moved closely and embraced his arms around her She could feel his hands moving slowly on her back, he firm hands found it’s way through her plump bosom as she squinted her eyes then lean backwards, her clothes came off. She could hav resisted but She wanted him to have her pride. Pride; that’s what her mother called it when she told her to keep it for her husband. He wasn’t her husband but she loved him. She knew she couldn’t give him anything but herself.
“Take care of yourself oh! Call us everyday! Make sure you don’t follow all those useless London girls oh!”
“Mummy! I’m not going to primary school. I’m going for my Masters. I’m no longer a child ma. I’ll be fine!” John gave his mother a hug, put his luggage in the trunk and got in the car. As they drove out of the gate, he suddenly remembered that he’d left his phone in his room. ”Daddy, stop the car please. I left my phone in my room” ”Hurry up or you’ll miss your flight” said his dad. He got out of the car and ran into the house, running up the stairs in twos, He got to his room panting. His phone was ringing,unknown caller. ”Hello” ”Teacher John” said the small voice on the other end. He froze. He hadn’t heard her voice since that night before he left Calabar a month and two weeks ago. He could see the tears on her face and hear her soft sobs as she went home that night as if it was yesterday. ”Mfon” he whispered quietly into the phone ”Teacher John, I’m pregnant” she said
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