went home that day with dejectedness
written all over my face.Only my heart could
really truly explain what it has lost cuz I
lacked the words to explain it myself.
I,that is so good in masking my emotions and
feelings and state of being,I couldn’t hide this
I simply went inside the room I shared with
my immediate Junior brother,lay down on the
bed and beckoned on sleep to lift me out of
my sorry state…..And help did it render to
No sooner had I closed my eyes to escape
my earthly misery did Pretty’s now unPretty
face show up again.
Well,unPretty cuz I could see that it kinda felt
What exactly was she feeling for me? Or is
my mind using my own emotions against me
in my own perceived dream?
Whatever,Pretty last told me she was coming
to tell me something the last time around,so,I
guess this is it then!
I can’t really tell exactly or can’t really recall
how Pretty appeared to me,but she just
echoed a simple:
“Come”,followed by a smile.
I followed her.
The place we saw ourselves was
unmistakable, an reenactment of one of my
favourite childhood spot,my secret garden.
“How is this happening?” I could have asked
myself if it wasn’t a dream,but,you really
never know its a dream till you wake up
from it,do you?
“My name is Fathai!” I heard her speak to me.
“Although I don’t know how we both are
here,but are we on a date?” I asked her.
Okay,rewind back,I didn’t ask that, this is what
” How are you doing this?” I asked in a
manner of someone who is actually in control
of their dream.
She gave me an askance look,cuz it was
surprising to her that I should ask that kind
of question while unconscious.
” Well,I wouldn’t say am really doing anything
to you.” She replied.
“How come you are always here?” I asked.
” Not really!” She replied.
“So what did you plan to tell me?” I asked.
“Nothing anyway.Just wanted to thank you!”
“Thank me how? I don’t understand” I
” You won’t understand!” She replied.
“Is there really anything about you I can
understand? All your replies are never
straight,and you are yet to tell me the
reason why I keep imagining am seeing you
“Exactly the point” she said.
“Here we go again!” I nonchalantly retorted.
“You still don’t get it?” She asked and urged
me to come and sit near her on that pretty
“Get what?” I asked.
” You are the one always drawing me to
yourself!” She finally said..
“How?” I asked.
” Think back and see if you can remember
ever wishing to meet someone in an obscene
situation!” She said.
I started laughing. I mean,come on,everybody
do imagine silly unrealistic wishes while in
certain state of minds.How does that have
anything to do with anything? This were my
“I don’t know where you are going with
this,but I think we have to start going back
home before you start making me get
scared.”. I said.
“Scared of what? No one can harm you as
long as I exist!” She said.
“Woow!You just spoke like my love Amara.” I
“I know” she replied.
“You know her? How?” I queried.
“You still just don’t get it!” She said
“Open your eyes!” She ordered.
As if my mind obeyed her command
immediately, I woke up to realise that it was a
dream,but,it was as if there was an actual
presence of someone there with me;but at
my waking,the person scampered away!
The following days were relatively
boring,well,except the ‘Pretty’ part.
I started seeing her in virtually everything I
did.Even when am calling the people I cared
about,when am being called,when I play
ball,when I play music,when I watch
movies;she is there.
She even almost spoiled my Champions
league triumph celebration when my team
won it that year..
The height of it was when I vehemently
stopped talking to my mum for a provocation
that ordinarily would not have irked me so
Even the rock music that I had gotten into in
love with sometime prior to all the “Pretty”
stuff,started being distasteful to me at a
time.The worst part of it being the fact that
Pretty herself has not come to me again,both
in my dreams and physically per se;yet,I see
her in everything I did!
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