The rain had slowed
into a drizzle now, and in light of everything that happened that day , I
remembered Grace’s words that morning.
“Go ahead... If anything, verify that you are not gay..."
Well,
that’s crystal clear now, wasn’t it? My head twirled from the avalanche
of thoughts coursing through it as I walked slowly through the
drizzling rain. On instinct I checked the box of chocolate within the
paper bag, the box was a bit wet and crumpled at the edges but its
content dry and safe.
Then it hit me hard. Straight in the face – the only rational reason I had bought chocolate that evening – Grace.
“I
loooovvve chocolate” she had told me one time while we were shopping
for food stuff at Tejuosho Market. She had gone into a store and bought a
dozen each of various chocolate brands. Enough to last a class of
nursery kids for a year. Who does that?! Well, Grace does - and I had
sub-consciously carried that cognizance in my sub-conscious all this
while.
Like a
computer processor, my mind quickly analysed places, people, books and
random things and people she loved and admired; chocolates, the lagoon
front, her favorite Nigerian writers Chimamanda Adichie, Tobi Kuti.
Radio gods - Douglas Jekan. The SUB cafeteria, Mavis, Slush, her
roommate Rashida, Sovereign Army. Even that downtown skunk I was trying
to get her to stop smoking. She had said she'd stop if I helped her ...
me? Could Grace be harbouring feelings for me?
I
nearly broke down at the possibility...the pros and cons made me stop
shivering immediately but my heart still thumped hard in its coffers.
“Mercy me Lord” I said aloud and instantly broke into a jog.
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