I returned home and played the loudest music. I haven't done this before since I got here. I stay quiet, stay low as though I am a secret agent sent on a mission. Keeping a low profile in order not to draw attention or suspicions. Yeah. That's how I have been living.
I have taken this anonymous living to the next level recently. I met this guy a few weeks ago. I didn't want to talk to him but when I looked at him, I discovered he was handsome. I mean very handsome. He is as dark as I am but goodness me I can swear he is more beautiful than I am.
I didn't know when the words, "oh my gosh, you are finer than me" slipped. Once the words slipped, I wanted to take them back because he blushed. He was taken off balance, for he wanted to tell me how beautiful I was too. I beat him to it. I meant it though. He is handsome but he thought I was joking. I am sure he knows he is fine only hearing it from a lady made it odd.
He asked for my contact, "I don't have it off hand I said, and I do not have my cellphone with me, I completed". He thought I was lying. I wasn't. I do not have my 11 digits off hand. I usually ask my girlfriend to give someone if it's important. This way I avoid the unnecessary drama of being coerced to give it away. On this day, I tried to remember the digit. I gave him the digits, and rushed home to confirm if it was correct, found out, that 1 was wrong. I felt bad because I wanted him to call.
For his sake, I committed the digits to my memory. It's been over a month, I haven't set my eyes on him and the affairs of life had taken him off my memory. Until one day, my girlfriend came around complaining of being sick. She pleaded that I get a milk drink for her, and I had to trek a long distance to get the brand she wanted. On my way home, I bumped into someone, I didn't remember him, but, when he smiled, the memory of the guy whom I felt was more beautiful than I am returned.
I laughed hard because I realized he thought I scammed him with my digits. He had no idea how badly I wish they were correct. On this day, I still didn't have my phone, I asked that he showed me the ones I gave him, I didn't quite trust my memory, and I didn't want to miss him again. This is why I asked for the original, and I corrected the incorrect digit.
He called. I was glad. We spoke. He asked that we meet up and get to know each other more. I accepted. The journey began.
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Being in this town I have picked up the signals and the data I gathered is that a large percentage of the folks living here are family. Most of them have lived here all their lives and only a few migrated as I did. Therefore, the guys, I'll be meeting would be staying with their parents and family.
In various meetings with him, I try to blend in. So, I lied my family is here too. I keep speaking about mom, dad, and my siblings as though they are here. I do it so well that once he returns me home, he is conscious so we do not bump into my mum....hahaha... it's funny watching him believe those tiny lies. There are days when he asks to meet up and if I have a tight schedule, I'll lie about mum asking me to do dinner. He'll understand. And then reschedule.
I keep wondering what will happen when he finds out I am alone and that every story around family being here had been made up just to fit in. The thing is I am beginning to worry about answering questions as to how a tiny lady is far away from home and alone. I don't think my country is ready for the mentality of a girl being independent and seeking to discover herself away from home. So, my biggest difficulty is blending in.
Now that my new friend thinks I am one of them it's easy to interact with him. And his friends. And his friend's friends. And my circle expands. Getting into a circle of people gets easier when you share something in common and I am using this to my advantage. He doesn't have to know I am alone. There will be some sort of boundary and distance because of the imaginary protection. I am one of them.
Playing loud music this evening could shock my neighbors because I have been the quiet neighbor whose music is never loud but sings along now and then. After today, I'll return to my low profile.
Be the judge. Do you think this is wrong?