Back
in primary, those many years ago, I was in love. For some strange reason I have
never understood why I am fascinated with ladies who have a lighter shade of
skin than mine (believe me I love being dark). She was pretty in every way
possible. She had a kind heart and treated everyone nicely.
We
started school together in class one. At the moment I was not very interested
because I had a good thing going on with marbles and pushing tires across the
estate. However, I did recognize her kind heartedness and beautiful smile. She
awed me to no end.
In
class three she taught me how to swim. To learn more from her I always kept by
her side and at times would throw my hands just to 'accidentally' touch her.
She
transferred to another school in class 5, and I was left a shell of a boy. I
missed her badly and constantly kept thinking about her. I know I was in class
5 and naive, but I felt I had lost something special.
I
was happy when one day we went to swim and I saw her coming out with her new
schoolmates, leaving to go to school. Naturally I said halo and sadly said
goodbye. I thought that was it, so I continued with life, loving other people,
making more friends, doing my K.C.P.E and joining high school.
As
my high school years dragged on I met my former schoolmate from my primary
school. I never believe in Déjà Vu, but God must have planned to reset and
rekindle a fire I had once lost. My friend said he knew her and that she was
now the toughest person to approach (being beautiful and all, one has to be tough
to avoid jokers and players). I was happy and skipped a long the rest of the
day (my friends nearly took me to hospital thinking I had lost it).
So
I planned to visit her. I got to know her place, but I decided to wait awhile.
I was not prepared. Men know you do not just go, you prepare just like the
Spartans did in the movie 300.
After
completing my high school, I gathered enough courage and went to her house and
proposed.
She
rejected me.
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