“Though your mind is wicked,
Still your heart is filled with love.
You’re the good kind of evil,
One can’t be free of”
#King Ib Melody
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I was so exhausted from working the previous day. From my office I could see my bed beckoning to me to return to its warm embrace and cuddle; a temptation I would have given anything to fall into, but I had to wait till work was over for the day and I drove home intoxicated with sleep and tiredness.
Nothing was more important to me in life than work. I was so into working I thought God created only men I never had time for any woman. At 28 I already had my own house with an interior deco worth over N4million; my workaholic life did pay off after all.
My friends thought I came into this world without a rod (that’s if you know what I mean. Well I think the ladies would since it’s their favorite lollipop) because all the years we’ve been together as friends, they have never accidentally met a woman in my house, not even a delivery woman dropping off pizza. I cried for two days when Wellington said I was the elder brother to Bob Risky. I never knew things were that bad. Lets not talk about what my mum thinks of me, believe me you’ll cry for me. I literally had to block her line, else my phone would have exploded from endless calls. Hmmmm…. Talk about being an only child. I think I may have taken the quote “this is a man’s world” a little too serious. I felt no woman had power over me or so I thought until fate introduced me to the lady…’Promise’.
I managed to leave my bed that morning, thanks to the sun that reminded me that it is one light NEPA can not cease as it strolled in through my window uninvited and snatched my beauty sleep from my eyes. Sluggishly I left my bed and did a few chores in the house all by myself (please don’t blame me) without a helping hand. When I was done I returned to my laptop to work and immediately I remembered I left a file in the office and I rushed to pick it up. On my way back, I wasn’t concentrating, I was busy looking at the file while driving. I have never matched my car brakes the way I did. Am sure even a dead man heard the screeching sound of the tires. I almost killed someone! Not just anyone but the most beautiful girl that has ever existed in a man’s world, my world!
I stepped out of the car rushing to see if I had hit the young lady. Upon drawing close to her, every English vocabulary I had ever known denied familiarity with my lips. I knew no words to speak and for a minute I could bet my heart stopped beating cause am sure the dust that God used to create other women is not the same He used to create this creature before me. Am pretty sure she’s not from earth. A Queen of some planet somewhere out there that came visiting. Immediately our eyes met, I became blind to everything else in the world. Believe me Medusa is an amateur where this lady is. Her gaze broke my years of Jerico defense wall and brought me on bended knees. If only I had shield covering my eyes that day, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Am sorry I almost knocked you down (where ever those words came from, seriously I don’t know) I wasn’t concentrating, it’s entirely my fault. I should have looked properly before crossing the road, I forgot it doesn’t belong to my dad, it’s my fault she said. Beauty and humor in one person. Chai!! This is Christmas in June!! So I thought. My name is Avalon as I reached out my hands to shake hers and she responded, my name is Promise. Please allow me make this up to you I said. Dinner tonight, any place of your choosing and please don’t say no. I didn’t even allow her think about it, I just made sure she agreed to my request. And of cause she agreed and the ride begun, only to my demise.
Days and months passed by. The bond between Promise and I was stronger than the certainty that day and night will always come so long as the earth remained. I never realized life could be this beautiful. I had always thought my solitary days were the best there was. From nowhere this scripture hit me “For this reason shall a man leave his mother and father and …”
Promise was my Eden that had no serpent. A genie that gave unlimited wishes not just three. My miracle like the days the Son of God walked the earth. I thanked God everyday for sending her down my path. Happiness was something I could touch not just an emotion I felt. My friends did thanksgiving in church when I introduced Promise to them. My mum took the next available flight when I told her I had a girlfriend. She wanted to see the girl that made me a man (like I never was). Everyone loved her, even the devil would refuse to harm her. She was loved by beings that were not even created. I was lost in her world and I forgot about mine. Of cause I had plans to marry her. I was obsessed by what I never believed in. The irony of life.
Promised travelled to see her parents. I missed her like I was denied oxygen. Within the days of her trip, I made the necessary plans on how to propose to her in such a way that angels would wish they’re humans. I consulted my friends and we came up with the best of ideas. Everything was just perfect! Within this period my colleague in the office had invited for a wedding in Lagos. I wished she was around so we could go together. Since my schedule wasn’t so pressing I decided to honor the invitation. On the day of the wedding, my colleague and I left for the venue. People were all seated. The crowd was impressing and we managed to find where to sit. The keyboardist played the bridal procession hymn and we all stood up. I sat at the extreme end of the pew, close to the isle. It gave me a clear view to see the couple when they each match in.
The bride started to walk down the isle. When she was close to where I was, I decided to turn and see who the lucky girl was and to my greatest unbelief, it was Promise!! My very own Promise! With the shock, I couldn’t say anything, I was speechless like the first day I saw her, but this time it was a different feeling. I didn’t understand what was happening. I wanted to say her name, but there was no voice. I had no words. My vocabularies abandoned me yet again. My mouth was moving but I wasn’t saying anything. Everyone was just staring at me. The whole church was silent. I was sweating under the cold air conditioned church and my eyes were blurry already. Hot tears burned my eyes. She was just staring at me, not able to say anything. I just walked out of the church, talking to myself not knowing I was walking towards an on coming vehicle. The driver held his brakes and gave the same screeching sound just like it happened between Promise and I the first time we met, but unfortunately her case wasn’t mine. The driver was driving too fast and there I was sweeping the road as I was rolling, so I was told though. I ended up in the hospital, with the shock of my live that I’ll never walk on my feet again. Oh, how I wished death had ended my sorrow when that driver knocked me down, for I am bound to the memories of Promise and her jilt all my days.
Inspired by: Promise Mathew
Written by: Ibiere Mathew a.k.a King Ib Melody