SHE

She had heard about me before I even got at school. This came as no surprise because it happened frequently during my high school years, and I was already used to meeting people who had met me before I met them. Kher had told me about her as well, and in the back of my mind, a gorgeous figure roamed freely, waiting for the day our eyes would lock and force smiles.
 
It was my final year of college, and my graduation resolution was to stay focused. However, deep within me were demons of the culture of way-lay-freshmen instilling a desire for a top delicacy. When we were freshmen, Pearl had been around since orientation week. This was our fourth year acting like we were best friends for life, and nothing, not even us, could break up the close bond we had developed over the previous three years.  
 
My soccer abilities were developing, and I was much faster on the ball than I had been the previous semester. I spent the majority of the morning out in the field. I couldn't help but think Kim was watching from afar. Kim and I split up during the holidays, and I returned stronger, looking forward to a life without her and her mystery. With such thinking, I felt motivated and was so quick on the ball that my teammates questioned what had gotten into me after practice.  
 
My mother called to express her displeasure that I had not informed them that I was safe at school. I stepped outside the hostel to give myself plenty of time to come up with a tale to tell her. I sat sweating on the lawn right outside Neptune hostel, unconcerned about the gorgeous freshman surrounding me. Until a light-haired long-haired figure just strolled in front of me towards the restaurant. I had to hang up and alert Pearl of some hearty that I had just seen, to which she replied that she must have made my description earlier in the salon. I promised to say hello the next time she passed by, so I sat there hoping for the best till the moment arrived and she came right at me.  
 
I did say hello, and "here goes the story," as they say.
We met on September 13, 2014. Damn, I died hard. She talked the most during the rest of the chat. She had spoken about her true religion, her brother, 'boyfriend', father—who was on national duty abroad—and her overprotective mother. Oh, she was in pain and cramping.  
 
We kept looking at each other's lips because, as I later discovered, they were the ideal fit and we couldn't wait to lock tongues. Being the first day, I tried to dissuade her from believing the rumor that went around about Romeo that peaked her interest from the very first "hello" by telling her several realities about the campus. Then came the trap: "If niggas bother you about a relationship and you don't want to talk about it, just tell them you're dating 'Romeo,' and they'll leave you alone." She chuckled and asked why and how that would help. I told her that niggas believe in the dark halo around 'Romeo's' head, so they'd leave her alone.
 
To her astonishment, this worked so beautifully, and she was finally closer to me and exclusively me. Her proximity would be sufficient to qualify her as my protégé. She felt safe and nice when she moved in with us. (Kher, Sukre, and Her).
 
Her periods were well underway out of her system on Tuesday night, and I was worried she'd fail a test here. It came and I grasped it gradually and steadily and we chatted and did it and we just kept laughing til 2 a.m. and couldn't stop kissing each other in compliments of how fantastic that was. Our lips were destined for one other, and she knew it from the first touch. We had to cook to replenish the sluggish energy we had depleted. I remember her being unable to stand on her feet consistently because her knees were still shaking, which she found hilarious. We giggled slowly, not apologizing for our roommate's tossing and turning all night. Our eyes twinkled with a bright future of kisses ahead, and it was going to be a fantastic semester of high achievers.
 
With her dark lovely eyes, she looked into mine with awe, admiration and love. And with the innocence in my relaxed eyes I looked into hers and saw all the trouble I had just started. I imagined all the tears and heart breaks to come. The school dailys would be abuzz and rumours would pulsate to every nook and cranny of the institution to and for those who cared to gossip. It was going to be a lengthy ride for her. My being knew too well that this wouldn’t end well no matter what I did as we had just drawn the 1st Blood.  
 
That was my first suicide mission.
 
Her arms were wrapped around my head, her finger thrusting deep into my scalp and I bent to kiss her small nose, thrilling that this angel was here, in my room and in my arms. We couldn’t stop staring into each others’ eyes, there was a little bit of devil in her eyes, and giggle at the perfection of this soon to be union. In our eyes, deep as the pupils on Mt. Rushmore were the unexplored mysteries of the never ending memories that we were going to discover together.
 
I couldn’t help but revere the image behind my head, as she wrapped her loving arms around me with sweeter than honey perfect kisses and the freedom in her kisses, I was falling for a dark angel.  No law governed her, she is eternally free. Her dark angel wings make no noise since they are without a breath, always beyond reach even if you could see and feel it. No diety orders her for all heaven awaits her. Her feet never touched the ground on which we tread for she is always above us and around us all. No love would ever gather in her, she cries for my mistakes and her wails shake my being.
 
 
 
               .........................To Never be continued..............Such a heavy burden to type....................................  
 
 
Fast forward 4 years later...  
May you Rest in Eternal Peace SHE.  
 
We loved and adored you but the Dear Heavens loved you more. Go on, Soldier of God, Soar and dance with the Angels.  
 
Till we meet again.  
 
Damn!