7 DAYS OF RETROSPECTION [I] - KOBBIE TELLS HIS

-



DAY I
As i listen to some rollicking blues from my phone, I twitch my eyes intermittently. The sudden opening and closing of my eyes’ shutter quickly changes from one scene to another within seconds. I do so not because I’m syndrome-struck.  But because I keep seeing images from the past and each twitch clears my eyes, certainly not my mind.


I’m not playing ostrich with what happened years ago between Aku and myself. This is me trying to escape my life’s issues by seeking some brief state of emotional respite within. I won’t lie. I loved her very much. You could call her my teenage sweetheart and rant on about how young and “foolish” i was. I would disagree.  I mean, you would too if you were standing in my polished Gucci shoes.

I adored her. She sounded smart and more matured than her friends when she spoke.  Her silhouette in the dark when she squat, was a sight to behold. I remember clearly like the first time we kissed; and its consequence no less. But she changed. I guess I did too.

She and her aborted child have haunted my thoughts ever since we parted. Back then I even thought of seeing Mallam Yusif so he would give me a memory-washing potion for her. She had to forget about me and us. I prayed she would seek closure and find some suitor to cure her of me.


Meanwhile, Abena and I fell in love few years back whilst I was still pursuing my degree. I didn't feel any guilt whatsoever before.  After all, we both enjoyed those moments together and we had both moved on. I’m getting married to her in 6 days and all I can think about is Aku.

Comments

  1. Unknown9 June 2015 at 21:23

    Just be careful not to call her Akua otherwise you die finish.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

EMPTY STARS

-
Image
It’s like being stationed in an observatory, but without the telescope to provide that closer view of the distant. Perhaps, the only far-reaching instrument at work in my present state is the seclusion driving me crazy. I’m currently trying to seek solace in my room’s chalice: staring into the sky adorned with grains of stardust poured out for the optical pleasure of humankind. My strange desire for these shimmering masses of energy has been borne out of the immeasurable surge of loneliness, much stronger than earlier envisaged. My colleague just distracted the deadly description I was about to unleash. But I’ll disintegrate the complexity breeding in my bowels before my eyes begin to feel weary. I must be gazing at one of the many constellations which seems to be mystical or something out of the ordinary. I postulate that of Pegasus, which seems fascinating enough for a quiet enthusiast of the night sky. Maybe the aerial-bound horse would tickle many a fancy, but the fact that
Read more

GARISSA ATTACK

-
Image
It sounds like a variation from a chess opening, which for chess proponents is almost commonplace. But ever since the gruesome murder of those students in Kenya, the character of the systems of this world have hit me harder than a batter’s swing at a baseball from the pitcher’s mound. From the lack of adequate worldwide condemnation of the attack, to the absence of home-grown solidarity.  It seems as though it never happened. At times, feelings of despair reveal themselves when such events occur. In as much as several reasons may be purported as causes for such, lets sift through the many layers. Beneath these are hidden things that only the word of God can reveal. Revelation, that’s the spiritual ore within which the gold of insight thrives. We see in part, but Papa see all parts. My prayers are not with “so-and-so” as the cliche goes, but rather, my fervent prayers are going up for the bereaved families, their loved ones and the Body of Christ. As a believer, I firmly un
Read more

VISTA VIGIL

-
Sitting at the balcony of my second floor room makes life look so still: firmly frozen in time and space. The weather is callously cold, unless of course I’ve decided to reduce my body temperature with the unknown potential of my brain: mind over matter. But on second thought, I could actually make an attempt, If I was been scorched on the sand dunes of the Kalahari Desert that is. However, the motivation to write tonight is not to bore you with the temperature changes currently taking centre stage due to global warming or seasonal changes, but to describe what a sight a silent night can conjure. Though this cold breeze finds it appropriate to distract my work, I’m not perturbed whatsoever. I mean the scenery is simply magnificent. I can count the many street lights looking like matchsticks set alight and buried in the ground. The only problem here is that these illuminated rods are of different colours, certainly not consistent with that of a brightly burning matchstick, more so beca
Read more