EPISODE 1 (ONE)
So this very beautiful girl from my moms side came to visit me at home today as I requested, (I'm still in the village).
We sat in the living room all alone gisting. Her name was chinwendu, but Wendy for short.I wouldn't forgive my self if i never got a chance alone with her for a heart to heart (friendly) conversation, so I requested she comes to pay me a visit in my abode after I met her at the water source with few other girls.
We were alone sitting directly opposite each other, I was lost, so rather looked at her face in a triangular motion while she talked, Wendy was a beauty to behold, I then noticed she had gorgeous pair of eyes and perfect lips, I was still morally Sane tho. i didn't wanna look below her head.So we talked about so many things, fashion, movies, child hood, life in the village, bushes and forests, festivals and culture, etc.Fortunately she was already polished as i learnt she also came back from one of the big cities in the country as I did, so our conversation blended. She had this very astonishing kind 'a laughter that just makes me stare while she laughed , she noticed and became somehow shy or nervous, as a psychologist, I took cognizance of her mood and calmed her down with the Phrase, "So Perfect" you are beautiful. (shaking my head a bit and blinking).she smiled and said thanks. We moved on..
I told her how life in my University looks like and how this and that happened, but that was after I offered her the Hollandia yoghurt juice I had saved in the fridge.We further discussed how life has been with her over the years, which no one would believe considering how beautiful she was. Like the saying goes, "most Beautiful ones are the luckiest". I was touched, couldn't imagine her growing up without a father and less or no care from mother at all, It was terrible, I thought to my self.
But then it was time to talk about More professional things, u know what I mean.I was still thinking of the right words to come in with, while staring straight into her face pretending to be enchanted by a magical spell cast from her beautiful eyes, I was counting my heart beat (poom-poom, poom-poom) , just waiting for the final one to hit then I heard footsteps, It was granny.She came in, I never knew Wendy was this cultured until she courted to greet my granny, her courtsy and humility shut me out of words the more.
Granny started with the normal, how are ur parents and all those other talks that followed, they were done greeting and she made her way to her room, very close to the sitting room.
I knew it wasn't perfect to continue my planned conversation , so we resolved to lighter talks which I pioneered with my social intelligence,,
about some minutes later, it was obvious we already exhausted topics.
So she made her way home of which I was gentle man enough to give her a walk.
I then came home only to face what I Least expected to hear from granny, Her words hurt me like a hot needle pierced into my heart, Guess what She Said...
(TO BE CONTINUED)
I'll Tell you in the next Diary.
(This Diary is Not Fiction, Its partly true and an Intellectual Work Of Mr Awesome)