Enigma

CHAPTER ONE

Should I kiss her? Why am I hesitating? Or am I going too fast? What if I get it all wrong? Or maybe I should give her a handshake its more appropriate. She is even smiling,  is that a sign? Its now or never. Alot is going through my mind, Iam in a love enigma and I don't even know what she is saying, Iam just seeing two red lips moving up and down. My body is there but saying my mind is in another planet would be an understatement. A kiss or a handshake, I have to stick with one struggle. Come to think of it, whoever came up with the idea that when two hands meet its not a big deal but when two lips meet its considered a different case, I totally disagree with her, or maybe its a him, who were they anyway? I think that is disrespecting some parts of the body. Not being unethical but Iam seeing segragation happening within our body parts. Why are some parts allowed to venture into certain tasks but others are denied the right to choose between whats more appropriate and whats not. This is a physical apartheid, the brain should emulate Nelson Mandela and fight this discrimination. Because by now her upper lip would be between my two gigantic lips and her lower body would be glued to mine.Her right leg would be flying up like a kite.
Alot of theories going around my mind but the real dilemma is standing infront of me. All those Movie Directors who made the kissing scene that simple sure did a shady job. The part where the male actor would just lean towards the female after a long night walk and he would kiss her like the inventor of romance and we would all look through the screens in amusement. Trust me its not that simple especially when you are out in the open not forgetting its outside her parents house. This is an away match and football fanatics can understand the struggle the away team goes through to even afford a goal goal situation. The fans are all over booing from left and right, the psychological war becomes tougher than the physical one. Atleast the picture is now clear of the situation Iam at.
At the fish point is where I met her, Ironically I don't even know her name, or should I say I don't remember her name. Sometimes I think my brain is somehow programmed to forget a person's name immediately they tell Me. Kudos! to whoever invented pet names because they have surely salvaged me from those kind of situations. I would go like "Should I call you darling or just call you by your name? " And she would proudly answer,
"Just call me Cate or Sharon " Or whoever her name is. Yeah, the girl I want to kiss is nameless, don't blame me rather blame the situation. We are both transfixed in the muddy ground waiting for our ordered fish. We watch as the Luo lady carefully washes the fish as she throws them inside a frying pan, believe me, you could have waited for ages for your fish to get ready and not even blink. It was like watching a talent show, she would juggle the fish as she removed the scales from it in a very simple but impossible way. You could tell she was born for this.  As the helpless dead fish floated on the basin water, I could not help but wonder why the chemical substance called H2O would do that to her all time best friend. Thats why I don't believe in loyalty, if there was any, then why would water cook fish or even help in the process. Before I could answer my imaginary me, Mama Omosh, as they locally call her gave us our well prepared fish and even told us to not waste alot of time talking on our way home. Let me make something clear, this is the first time me and this lady are meeting but to Mama Omosh we look like Childhood friends.
My mother used to tell me when I was young, to never fight with the forces of nature because they play a big part in our well being. She is not as traditional as Iam making her look rather she was and still is very religious, too religious. So we are standing there smiling while giving Mama Omosh some benefit of doubt. She had just started my friendship With this amazing creature.
Its now past 6pm, we have already passed my street and proceeding straight to her place. The stories were too good and the moment was too smooth to just abandon the lady to go by herself. She is beautiful and all, so I knew the next day her being spotted besides me would be in all my friends mouths. Such an achievement it was to enchain yourself from the bondage of brotherhood and finding yourself a new miss right. It is like an initiation to manhood according to my clique. The occasional moonlike smile from her mouth when I cracked a joke surely had me looking at her like an architect gazing at his completed skyscraper. I had not felt like that for a long time. The last time such an exhilarating feeling got me was when I met with Rita, my ex-girlfriend, at a kiosk while buying some fries. I dont know why I always have to meet with this ladies while buying foodstuff. I should put that as one of my lucky charms.
So at a distance she points at her home and I could not help but stare at their impeccable bungalow, you could tell they were rich. A couple of steps forward and now we are standing outside their house. She is now the one speaking but I can't say that Iam the listener, because I am just standing there looking at her fine skin while I fantasize about that kiss. Was it my first kiss? Ofcos not, my mother ought to have kissed me alot when I was an infant and Rita also had a fair share on my kissing career. Iam starting to lean towards her then concurrently she would lean back away from my wrath. She then hits a dead end when the wall behind her becomes a barrier. Now Iam the one making the move and she is there already yielding to my charms. I could see in her face that she was reluctant but I naively proceeded with what I started, the distance between our lips is now as small as the fish Iam carrying. She closes her eyes but I leave mine wide open. You never know what may come at you next. My obsession with horror movies surely took the better part of me. Before I could reach that upper lip, the gate opens and a red eyed man comes out. She throws me back, quickly enters the gate and the face from that man needed no translation from a person who values his life. I head back home wearing a face of a carnivore who had just lost her prey, disappointed I may say.

I should have not passed over,
But pushing her, was the best offer.
I should have behaved proper,
But instead I reasoned  like a toddler.

I was in a real life drama,
Which was purely a dilemma.
I was a big dreamer,
In a tough love enigma.