“What did I tell you my name is?”
Confusion flitted quick in his eyes. It was overthrown by the slight lift of an eyebrow, a left tilt of his supple, ravished-pink, full lips.
Nkiru? Are you for real right now?! I tried to rein the humor Mental’s response sparked but it barely stayed contained for a minute. Laughter burst cascading and glorious like bubbling water lifting the cover off boiling starchy rice. Damn Lawd, I thought; before I surrendered to it, let it shake the pits of my stomach. Finally it calmed to chuckles and I wiped a leaked tear off my cheek, lifted my back off the wall.
Wait. We not gonn’ talk about this? How long have we wanted to be called Nkiru? Do we want to be called Nkiru? Damn it girl! Are you making this shit up as we bloody go?!
My stomach contracted as I shook my head, leaned forward and into muscular chest. Mental was going to kill me with laughter or I was never going to die. My tiny fist thumped a beat just above his breast as the second wave of laughter rose, overtook me. This time it didn’t stop till tears were freely flowing down my cheeks, my ribs were aching, and my arms were clutching my aching sides. Finally I looked up; hiccuping and struggling to fetch mouthfulls of air. I imagined I looked a beautiful huge mess. Aaw, poor poor Monday; saddled with wild laughter and Yaki curls tickling his exposed chest. Which of the gods had he offended? I looked up and into his eyes, giggled. There was patience in the relaxed mien of his face, and many things I could not see through my still-teary vision danced in his eyes.
“I take it Nkiru is not your name?”
“It is. Now.”
He frowned, pouted his lips, and I imagined trouble swirling in his head. I grinned. My signature shiny-white-teeth-twinkle-in-my-eyes-little-happy-puppy grin has been known to stop many an event; such as nonsensical moonlight interrogations that won’t matter by dawn. He blinked once, twice; rolled his eyes, sighed.
“You haven’t asked for my name.”
“Monday”, I said.
“Yes. And your new name”
He frowned… he didn’t understand. I smiled. He didn’t need to understand. I poked his chest with my index finger, it felt very good. Strong, sturdy, and it vibrated; just like grandpa’s old rocking chair. I looked into his eyes, smiled, spoke with a voice so low it could only be heard within our heightened cocoon.
“You’ll want to love me. You mustn’t”
He frowned and a puzzled expression clouded his eyes. I turned right and out of his arms, stepped away from the dark nest created by the wide leaves of the glorious Agbowo Shopping Complex tree. Away from the place that was perfumed by pheromones and wild sex.
In two strides he caught up with me and I smiled. Though he walked beside me he also strolled with me. In the thick drizzle lazily strolling down my left thigh from my deliciously sensitive, puffed venus….
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