Sacrifice
I wish I could stop her, lest she falls.
It was a rainy season, some years ago, teaming with life and beauty as is customary. Everything grew incessantly in ways that marvelled even their designer. The flowers were brighter, grass was greener, and the animals were bigger. The sound of the torrential rainfall that banged the roof filled the rooms with candlelight dinners and movie nights; with sweet words in hushed tones. The sweet scent of the dust as it rose from the ground was like the enticing aroma of freshly cooked eru. Another of nature’s wonders.
In seasons like this, masculine biceps are warmer than any sheet and their hands are longer than ever; a desperate attempt to share the heat, lest we burn up and out. A properly crafted arrangement to realise protruding abdomens down the line. Nature is truly a crafty wonder. It was a time of new beginnings, of beauty and of intimacy.
It was a time like this that she left me, taking her hearth and my heart; freezing my very breath.
Tears froze in my eyes and the blood slowly hardened in my veins. I felt the life sip out of me as my skin systematically lost its lustre. Standing soon became too much to ask, yet pulling a seat felt like treason. It will be better if I fall and shatter.
Somehow, my head was so hot that flowing thoughts boiled vigorously, anticipating any deep-sea divers. However, she skilfully surfed the boiling waves all day; back and forth.
I would have chuckled at the faces she made or maybe laughed, shared in all the fun she appeared to be having; but every bright thought tasted bitter in my mouth.
I wish I could tell her to stop, lest she falls. But she already did fall, there in my arms.
When she took the bullet for me.
© Ngang God'swill N. 2020
