Sweet November The rains are drizzling mercifully. My clothes are half-dry, but my heart is freezing, and enclosed in ice caps. I need warmth. I close my eyes. *** I was hunched over the gold-panelled desk, scribbling away with my blue pen. The lights in the room twinkled like stars. But they left inside me a radiation of perfect peace, sparking my inner genius. Then, an apparition dangled before my eyes. I looked up, and she was standing inside the doorway, her body weight resting on the jamb. I smiled. “What is it again?” I dropped my blue pen and reclined against the chair to ease my aching back. She smiled, too. “Nothing.” Her ‘nothing’ sounded to me like music. Like the harmony of an orchestra. Like the smooth sound of the world’s finest soprano voice. Like undiluted, raw music. “Are you sure?” My hands were now tied at the back of my head as I reclined. “Yessss.” She drawled. Her drawling tickled my sensibilities. Made me want to jump out of my skin, and embrace the full abstractness of its beauty. “Okay, as you can see, I am writing. When I am done, we can continue the game.” “No.” She pouted, like a spoilt brat. Like a golden princess who had everything at her beck and call. “So, what?” I knew the game. “I want ice-cream.” “Ice-cream?” I said. Immediately, I drew the curtains which were just by where I sat. “Look, it is snowing outside. There is so much cold and you still want Ice-cream?” “I want Ice-cream.” She said again. Then she left the doorway, and stepped into the room. She was wearing a baggy pyjamas – my pyjamas. She looked funny inside it. “You are wearing my – “ I did not finish before she started to giggle. “What is it again?” “Nothing.” She said, now standing in the middle of the room. “I want Ice-cream.” “Oh! So, you want to take me away from my writing desk and force me outside shey?” She nodded, eagerly. Her hands were tied together in front of her. Her beautiful face shone brightly in the face of the room’s starry lights. “Pleeeeease.” I smiled. My intestines tickled within me like they were squirming for food. Of course I was not hungry. Nothing ever made me leave my desk whenever I was in the middle of a scene. When the oil of genius started greasing my palms, I never gave in to any distractions, no matter noble they might be. It is the code of any serious writer – when it is time to write, everything else takes second place. I had kept that principle since I delved into fiction. But not this night. There was something about this night. No, it was not about the night. It was about the woman standing before me – her face glowing like that of an angel, the look from her eyes as soft as Egyptian silk, the corners of her mouth carefully twitched. There was something about this woman. “Okay you win.” I dropped my blue pen. “Yaaaay!!!” She jumped up several times. Pushing my chair back, I got up, and walked to where she was still jumping, and calmed her down by resting my hands on her shoulders. They budged, and rested for my firm but gentle grip. Her breath was a little bit fast-paced. I guessed because of the little jumping exercise she just did. But I also guessed because she was anxious about where this moment could lead us both. I moved my hands on her shoulder. She relaxed more. “Why did you wear my Pyjamas?” I asked, peering into the softness of her gaze. “I was feeling cold.” Her voice was now merely a whisper. The music still remained. Like the faint chord of a keyboard. It was still there. The music. “And you want to take ice-cream?” “Yes.” “Won’t that be more cold?” Now, she looked more into my eyes, easily gaining access into the deepest emotions of my soul. “But you would be there, wont you? So, if you are there, I won’t be cold. Is that not true?” And there, in her voice, was the innocence of childhood. It was what captivated me in the first place. That earned innocence. That pure simplicity. That incredible callowness of youth. That tenderness. That innocence. I smiled back. “Sure I would.” She giggled furiously, and hit me playfully on the chest. Making to run for the door, I caught her hand and drew her body fully close to mine. She gasped. “Easy cowboy.” “Am taking it as easy as easy honey.” She giggled again, her eyes shutting themselves as she revealed a set of magnificent, white set of dentition. Our lips were meters away. They touched. Her lips felt warm against mine. Outside, thunder sparked, and the soft drizzling of snow brushed against the windowpane. The kiss lasted for about two minutes. My hands were wrapped around her all through. She broke the kiss. “Hey lover boy, I still want my Ice-cream.” I was in a dream. Enchanted. Like a spell had been cast upon me. Pure magic. I knew I could go to the ends of the earth just to get her that Ice-cream. That was the power of a kiss. A true kiss, that rushed from the truest veins of the heart. “But you would have to carry me out of here first.” She said. “Really?” My eyes lit up. “Yes.” Then I broke away from the hold, and turned my back towards her. She jumped on it, and I balanced her thighs between each of my hands. The fragrance of her natural hair fell across my face. I inhaled its sweet scent. “You are very light oh!” “Shut up!” She hit me on the head. “Now zoom zoom zoom.” Her hands were carefully wrapped around my neck. Then I got a weird idea. And I started to twirl around. “Stop it,” she cried in between prolonged spurts of laughter. I wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, I was enjoying myself. And she was too. I twirled and twirled. I twirled out of the room. Into the hallway. Into the grand bedroom of the huge mansion. I twirled and twirled. She laughed. She shouted my name. She cried for me to stop. At the end, I dropped her on the bed. We were both dizzy. It took some time for both of us to find our bearings. Then she started again. She rolled to the other side of the bed, seized a pillow and threw it at me. She missed. I grabbed one close to me. I hit her squarely in the face. Amusingly incensed, she picked up another and threw at me. The pillow game was exhilarating. She won. But that was because I let her win. I had no choice but to. She was my baby, and I could not stand her defeated. Standing over me, pressing a pillow against my chest, she leaned towards me. “I love you Sam.” I could not think of anything else but pure adoration for this God sent angel. Me and my baby, we had come a long way. *** I open my eyes. I am still on the muddy road on my way home. The rain is still drizzling. My clothes are now getting wetter. I reflect on the memory I just had. When I was fourteen, I watched a Keanu Reeves movie titled ‘Sweet November’. I cannot remember the full details. All I can remember about the film is a happy Keanu Reeves spending a blissful honeymoon with his wife. Or was it his girlfriend? I cut a corner, appearing on the short path that leads to where my parents live. I know within myself what it would take me to have my own sweet November. I know I have to focus. I know I have to work harder at my craft. I know I have to believe. I know I have to procrastinate today’s lustful vain pleasures. That short memory of perfect happiness has reinforced what my brother always hammered into my ear-drums, “Patience brother, the best things of life always come to those who wait.” Now, the rain started to pour heavily. THE END Dedicated to Rita Alasa. Trusted friend. Stay with EKUS. The HOW TO WIN A GIRL’S HEART series continues shortly.
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