POEMS BY ONE MICAIAH
How
Did You Get Here?
“Bola, wake up!” I
heard a sweet voice calling in my head. It sounded persistently that I’d have
preferred continuing the sleep and also hearing the voice altogether nonstop.
However, the feel of
a mighty palm slamming against my face swapped me off my unconsciousness and
before I knew it, I was touching my left cheek with my right hand and staring
angrily at the person standing in front of me. He kept shouting and rambling
with anger to my face, but I cared less about what he has to say, not after
that kind of hot sleep awakening slap.
Since he wouldn’t
stop yelling, I pondered on what had actually kept me from waking up after
hearing my voice like a million times. I had a beautiful dream. It happened
right inside my room. Dad was off to work. Mom had travelled for a course
abroad. Sister went to the grannies for the summer holiday. And I was just home
in time when I received the call.
“Hello.” I received
the call.
“Hi, Bola. It’s me,
Vanessa.” The voice responded.
I remembered flipping
the PS4 pad in my hand away and smiling like I just won Bet9ja. We chatted a
bit and soon, she asked if I was home alone.
“Wow!” I said in my
head. “Even if I’m not home alone, I’ll find a home alone with you.” I
continued in my head too.
I don’t know if I had
replied her question but the next thing I heard was ‘I’m on my way’ and the
call was dropped. I flung myself up, quickly ran into the bathroom to take a
very cold bath, coz I had no time to warm water. Cleaned the room up a bit and
sat in preparation for Vanessa’s arrival.
I dashed to the gate
before the doorbell finished ringing, met her at the gate alone but was so
dumbfounded that I just stared in quietness only for her to break the unusual
silence.
“Hello…” She waved
her hand over my face. “Can I get a hug?” She leaned forward.
I hugged her lightly
and whispered into her ear, ‘you look adorable.’ She blushed a little and
walked into the house with full confidence. I closed the gate and walked her
strictly to my room.
We talked for awhile
about school, friends, teachers, celebrities, parents, future, etc. We watched
some short videos online; comedy, music, etc. We moved into playing games
together, laughed about the loser and so on. Soon, she asked if I have any
booze at home. I simply said ‘no’ with a surprised look and she just smiled
back and said she was just joking with me.
At a point she
suddenly broke down in tears and buried her face in my pillow. I tried patting
her, and asking shyly what the matter was. She wouldn’t talk, so, I just left
her alone and went to the sitting room. I thought maybe she might need a little
alone time. By the time I checked back, she was very fast asleep. I simply went
back to the sitting room, and before I know it, I was also in the dreamland.
I woke up some hours
later, I guess, walked to the room half awake, but noticed Vanessa was still
sleeping on my bed with her face facing upwards. A lot of thoughts ran through
my mind, and as I contemplated on what to do to her, I fell back on my back as
I had no liver to do anything at all.
Shortly after, she
woke up and asked the way to the bathroom. When she was back, she asked if I
knew what time it is. I asked her to check the wall clock in the sitting room,
but she laid back on the bed, being lazy to go to the sitting room. She was
fast asleep again. I went to sleep also not risking any stupid stuffs running
through my head.
At a point, I touch
her breasts unconsciously. She didn’t react and I thought I might as well kiss
her too. Just as I stretched to kiss, then came the hot sleep awakening slap
from my dad.
I was still holding
on to my cheek when another one landed on it again. I cried out this time
asking what I’d done wrong.
“I said who’s this
girl in my house?” He yelled angrily.
I looked to my side
and to my surprise, Vanessa was right there staring blankly at me.
“How did you get here?”
I asked her surprisingly.
Then came another hot
sleep awakening slap. But this time, it is supposed to remind me of how she got
here.
One Micaiah.
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