I noticed he always “liked” my posts on facebook. i did not know him personally, but knew people who knew him and I always heard niceties being said about him.
Soon, i began taking interest when he would slid into my inbox and gosh I wished it was beneath the sheets. Our chats were intellectual and friendly. His sense of humour was topnotch and it made me hunger and desire meeting him.
He was always there; on the pictures, dropping savvy comments, on posts, making sensible comments that made my soft spot for him become softer till it soon melted. I was overjoyed.
Our chats became frequent. He always had a way of calling my attention and I looked forward to it with glee.
We chatted about books. Books. And bookstores.
We chatted about sports. Football and Even more football.
We talked about what we valued and devalued, We talked about what makes us tick and what we detest. This to me was perfect.
We soon exchanged phone numbers, email addresses and pictures too. Oh, how he adored my “good morning face” and always requested I send him a selfie. I too loved to see his face and soon found myself daydreaming about stroking his beards and running my fingers through his hair. I daydreamed of us locking arms and knocking toes.
“I am coming into town in two weeks and I am dying to see you”.
These words of his melted whatever was left of my already melted soft spot as I grinned from pillar to post. I tried to hide my blush from him as he stared at me with liquid passion in his eyes from the laptop screen. We have become addicted to Skype, Imo, Viber, Video calls on messenger and whatsapp calls too were our new found means of bridging the gap caused by Godforsaken bitch called distance.
On the day of his arrival, I woke up earlier than usul, double checked the time and to my dismay ut was not yet dawn.
I ran into the bathroom, took a quick shower, dressed in one of my shirts he told me he loved seeing me in.
I wanted so much to look into dreamy eyes, confirm his affirmations and rest on his shoulder. K was perfect, and I wanted no other.
He was all what I needed, wanted and desired in a man and he said I too, him.

12th May, 2006.
7am.
I ran into his arms and was lost to earth, this was heaven and I never wanted it to end. I was panting hard. I practically forget Dr. Femi’s warning and wanted desperately to live, this once.
Our love was consolidated with kisses, tightly fitted hugs which coiled my toes and sent shivers down my spine. I was alive again and wished things were different.
We hit the sheets in his house and as I lay in his arms, I drifted.
My thoughts came flooding. Tears trickled down my unmade up face. The words of the doctor flashed on the screen of my heart. For once I was scared, yet not afraid. This was a good way to end it.
I wiped my tears, drew myself up to his face for another round of stimulating kisses. My zips were soon undone and I wanted so badly to ask him to hurry, but I kept my cool, besides I still had 5 hours.

9am.
We ate amidst chatters, fed each other tiny chunks of the huge chicken I made that morning while I begged time to tick faster.
He complimented my prowess and said the words that pierced my heart deeper than Dr. Femi’s words the last time I visited.
“I am a blessed man, my bride loves me right and cooks tasty meals, I can’t wait to make you mine forever”.
We ate more, but in silence.

10am.
We talked about many more things, we reassured ourselves of love eternal, unbreakable by forces of nature and humans, otherwise popularly known as “village-people.
He explained what he meant by village-people
and yet again, he had me reeling with laughter and I soon fell on the bed, absorbing the essence of his being, inhaling the scent of his skin, it will come in handy on the journey.
The flowery bedsheets were laughing too at my love’s explanation of village-people, Yeah, he had that effect on all he encountered.
He touched my temple, closed my eyelids, ran his hands across my face, tickled my ears and touched my lips.
Oh, it wasn’t his hands,. I responded hungrily and let my body succumb to the flush of emotion erupting within me. We satiated our long term yearning and as he planted one more kiss on my forehead, my eyes caught a glimpse of the time, it was 11:55am, I slid my hands into my bag by the bed, gave him an envelop carefully wrapped and the results from the doctor’s neatly folded inside. And shut my eyes, my journey was to begin, I had fought a good fight, but this cancer was a fiercer fighter.
12:00noon.
-Maureen Alikor
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