Wednesday, 3 September 2014


Jason thought of Ada again. It was all he did these days. It was all he did since she left.

The contrast of her brown cocoa skin and her white teeth.

She barely smiled but when she did,

he felt her warmth flow through him

She was timid and reserved.

It was what interested him

She would say in her tiny voice,

"Females in my place are seen and not heard" and smile shyly.

She was his mystery,

going through life with a heavy heart and a closed mouth

She hardly said anything about where she came from,

but he knew she was the last daughter of her father's first wife

And he knew she was betrothed to marry a friend of her father's,

an old dog with a shrivelled penis.

It was what she got for being educated,

for spending so much of her father's money on an 'unnecessary' degree abroad.

He knew she spent most of her nights sobbing into her pillow when she thought he was asleep.

With Adanaya, it was hard to understand his feelings;

Overwhelming and Deep.

He had never seen anyone so vulnerable and exposed, so unprotected,

she had so much love in her heart to give,

loving so selflessly regardless of how her world hurt her.

He wanted to protect her, to give her her own life,

a life she never owned.

But then Christmas came along too fast

and here he was in lonely apartment

getting irritated over visual images of Adanaya's traditional marriage in the village.

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