Prose

Tales of a moonlight love

Dera took a deep breath as she approached Lizzy Gold mini supermarket. It shined brightly as usual, exactly as it had been the first day she visited it. She stared at it as the thought of her first encounter with Emerem swept through her memory; so fresh like it was yesterday. Lizzy Gold didn’t hold much memories for her but the best memories she could think of happened in the confines of its well lit evening spirit.

She could still remember Emerem; tall, dark and eloquent. The only guy that had ever succeeded in breaking through her thick defences. It was bad enough for Dera that he found his way to her heart, worse that he didn’t seem obviously interested in her but worst that Dera hadn’t been able to get him off her mind ever since.

She glanced from one corner of Lizzy Gold to the other, taking cognisance of every figure, every structure and every movement. Her quest was beginning to appear glary to people as a couple of passers by had at one point or the other cast her a quizzical glance.

She had lost count of the number of times she had visited Lizzy Gold with the hope running into Emerem, at least to see him again, but all her effort had proved abortive. A whole year has passed already yet, her Feelings were as fresh as yesterday.

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to cry. She was surprised and tired of this lady she had become. The lady who seemed to have lost focus in life, one whose greatest desire was to see a young man whom she wasn’t even sure would reciprocate her love.

“You are thinking about him again, right?” came the unmistakable voice of Adinna, her best friend, pulling her away from her thoughts.

“What can I say. Its been a full year yet, no sign of him on the face of the Earth. I mean, I have literarily combed the city. I have lost count of the number of times I have come to Lizzy Gold in search of him still, no progress. I just wish I have control over how I feel, I just wish I could switch off this effect he has on my heart!” She lamented, the tears so close this time.

“Babe, what is the real deal with this guy, what is the real story, how did you guys really meet?” Adinna was curious yet again.

Dera gave her “the look”, sighed and without saying a word, faced her front.

“Madam” as Adinne would always address her friend whenever she is acting weird, “don’t give me that look o, remember you promised to tell me the whole story on a good day. I have patiently waited for that day but it doesn’t seem to be coming forth.” She defended.

“But I have told you now. See, I’m grieving, so let me grieve in peace. Cracking you up is the last thing I want to do right now.” Dera snapped.

Adinne laughed. “My dear friend, trust me, with the way everything is going, you will end up cracking yourself up. You need to see how serious your face looks right now. A little smile on it won’t hurt a fly you know”

Dera smiled. It was Adinne afterall. The lady who always knew how best to put a smile on the faces of others. “But you know this isn’t funny right?” Dera said.

“I just needed a little smile, no matter how minute, on that face. Now that we’ve got it, can we now progress to talking about what this mood swing is all about?” Adinne was not just a jolly fellow but one who could get anyone, I mean anyone, to open up to her. A trait that had once made Dera call her a witch.

Dera was now smiling. For some reason, she felt lighter than she had in the past year, like a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

“His name is Emerem. We met here at Lizzy Gold exactly one year ago. I know you know all these already so I will just go straight to the part you don’t know” Dera was blushing.

“Suit yourself. Whatever works for you, I’m all ears” Adinne shrugged.

“Alright. I saw him, rather; I caught him take a picture of me without my consent. I had gone out of my way to protest that he deletes the picture but my effort had instead gotten me to a table, with him at the other side. We had spoken for such a long time that we didn’t realize when morning reached. Even at that, I wasn’t disappointed. I had enjoyed every bit of my time with him that I wished it never ended.

He was really jovial, nice and good with the camera. The few pictures of his I saw were breathtakingly beautiful. I remember even suggesting he went into full time Photography as it was still a side hobby to him then.

Anyways to cut the long story short, I saw myself wanting to spend more time with him. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was but now I do. I have never been able to sweep this feeling under the carpet no matter how hard I tried. I know for sure that I’m in love with him. I’m just scared he might not feel the same.

“Try me”, came the unmistakable voice. One Dera could never mince words about, not even in her dreams.

She turned immediately to behold the young man, the one who had taken a piece of her after just a meeting!

“I believe this belongs to you”, he handed her a picture frame. The picture of her he had taken a year back.

“Its nice to meet you again. Still looking as beautiful as ever.” he added.

Dera was too shocked to utter a word. She mopped from Emerem to the frame in her hands to Adinne whose countenance depicted just how shocked she was as well.

“I came to invite you to the opening of my photo gallery. I took someone’s advise after all. Though it had kept me busy all the while, I must say that it was worth it” he smiled.

“I’m guessing this is your friend, you can come with her. Whatever makes you comfortable”, he added.

“You were gone for a whole year” Dera finally found her voice.

“I know and I’m sorry. I had to do a lot of traveling to gather the pictures for my gallery. I didn’t think you liked me, at least not as much as I did, thats why I didn’t bother informing you”

“Liked you, I spent an entire night talking with you. Tell me, which lady will do that with a guy she doesn’t like?” Dera fired.

Dera listen, I’m really sorry. You have no idea how it makes me feel to know that you love me. Its the single prayer I have made ever since the day I set my eyes on you.

He rushed and scooped her into his arms. “I love you” he said.

Now I see the meaning of my name play out in my life. “Chidera: what God has written!”

“I love you too Emerem.” Dera was glad, her heart had finally found rest!