Times without number have I heard the saying, "Love at first sight is no true love but lust." How untrue that was in my love book, but how silly I became on the pages and the chapters looks like a dream. I thought I found love on a wet and fruitful land, but I rather walked on its dry and fruitless part.
What really made me turn deaf ears to the advise of my mom, and of closest friends, Helen and Foluke? I believe that love can at times, usher one into the world of unthinkable actions, which can as well make others around you wonder if you really know what you are doing, or raise an alarming question like, "Are you charmed?" I tell you that love can be a natural enchantment, and can be impetuous.
I am Kim, the first of the three girls in my family. Father and my two sisters died in a car accident on their way back home from Abuja, just when I had clocked twenty-two years. The sad incident made all of his properties to be willed to me.
I know that I've always been the cynosure of every man's eyes, even before the unfortunate happening that almost claimed mom's life, because of too much thinking.
I was a lady who never gave any man my heart, turning down every proposal all my time at the University. I know it was actually intentional of me, because I wasn't ready to devote a part of my time in a relationship. Why? One could further ask! I took my education more important than any other thing; I placed it above all after God and my family. I planned to only fall in love after my National Youth Service, and it gladly worked out as planned. Was it in a way I expected, though?
Nifemi! How he stole my heart, I still don't know. How I got crazy because of him is still beyond me, and if I had been told all that happened in my love life between us would ever come to pass, I'd have laughed it off.
Was I charmed by him? A sleepless night I had the day he sat close to me at Foluke's birthday party, with his arm fully stretched over the two-sitter, as he constantly hit the chair with his fingers, making the exact sound of the ongoing music beats. I needed to shift my gaze away from the dancing celebrant to see who the person was. Lo and behold, it was a dark-skinned guy who was on a fitted, blue short-sleeved shirt, a jean trousers and a pair of cross trekkers' shoes.
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