TIME TELLS IT ALL

PART 1

The beauty of time is one that amazes me every time a second passes by; what’s even more interesting is the whole imagination of how this phenomenon takes place. Wait! Let’s take a sip and visualize this whole concept and try to integrate it to reality. Amazing, Right? Well, the beauty of all this takes me three years down the line back in 2017, a year I’d say showed me storms and shadows and a bright spark at the very end.

Just as tradition dictates, we were out drinking on that Friday night as we let off some steam in readiness for our end year exams in the week to come, our club of choice; Sabina Joy. Well, the club just as the name insinuates did not disappoint for “joy” was all over and any man fruitful enough would have had his fair share of this holy fruit. Some of my friends got lucky and in fact they did not have to go up the tree to have a taste of Sabina’s fruit, instead, the fruit obligingly adhered to Newton’s law of universal gravitation and landed motionlessly under their drought infested trees which would sure do with some wetness lest they die of thirst. In the midst of all these, I was seated at the far right corner of the club ”tumbling” down my emotions as I stared thoughtfully at the blinding lights, nothing but my Joy in mind. She was as many would put it, a sight to fathom; a lady blessed both from the rear and front views with equally complementary side views. She was a beauty!  For months, she had been the lady in my heart, queening her way through my auricles and ventricles, just to establish her dominant undying love for me. I was hers and she was mine and every time we pictured our future, it was nothing but pure bliss, with lots of love and heartwarming fantasies. However, as destiny would dictate it, just after about 8 months, she relocated into my mind, even without a one month’s notice and an application for her newly found residence. She sure adjusted quickly enough and that’s why even on that night I couldn’t stop thinking about her and trying to piece up the reason for her sudden change of heart.

Well, just as the proponents of the “mtaachana tu” school of thought had it, my fate had been sealed and a pandemic of prime tears awaited me early the next morning. If tragic was a period it would have been that morning for me. As I stared into those pictures, I wished I had not picked that call up!! In that moment I was the clown, very stupid in love, not knowing the weight that those five seconds of pain had in directing me to my destined path, a path I tread on to date.

To be continued……..