The Vow.

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The Vow.
(Part 2)
We returned to Nigeria after the two weeks of total bliss. Everyone told me I was glowing, said marriage was good to me. It was indeed good to me. I had married my best friend, a skilled lover,and partner in crime. No, don't quirk your eyebrows -we weren't criminals. Hahaha. We were naughty sometimes,had the tendency to do some small bad things.. with and to each other. Fun lived with us and we so loved it.
 I recall my divine meeting with Okey exactly a year and two months ago in an eatery in the Ikeja axis of Lagos. There he was,standing right beside me on the queue. When our eyes locked I felt a tremor run down my spine and I quickly looked away. It wasn't exactly an unfamiliar feeling. I instinctively knew his type -young,handsome, classy and dangerous to the heart. At 29 I had had my fair share of men. Dated 3 and nearly married one. Story for another day.
 I found myself gazing at him that I did not hear the cashier holla,"Aunty,next!"
Embarrassment brought heat to my cheeks as I hurriedly reeled what I wanted.
"Please indulge me the pleasure.." I heard from behind. It was Mr handsome already dipping his hand into his pocket. I watched wordlessly as he paid for my food. My tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.
 He smiled and turned to place his own order. I watched on as the cashier giggled at something he must have said. Get a grip on your self woman, I chided myself and slowly turned on my heels.
 I was about getting in the car when I heard that deep voice again.
"Not so fast,lady. I didn't get a thank you."
"Cause I didn't give one!" I found my voice. At last. Thankfully.
He threw his head back and gave a hearty laugh. I found myself joining him.
"Thank you so much." I said with meaning,once we quietened. "Please forgive my manners. I just got..carried away."
"Same here. You are sooo beautiful."
I looked up and saw sincerity in those clear eyes. My heart missed a beat. I was falling for this one.
"My name is Okechukwu Mordi." he streched out his hand for a shake.
"I'm Gloria." I said,placing the small of my hands in his.
"Nice meeting you Gloria. I trust we shall see again?"
"Er..yes.".
"Have a glorious day Gloria." he said and walked away. I stared at his retreating back, somewhat angry now. Why would he walk away just like that?Didn't he feel what I was feeling? Didn't he know how he affected me so?
And then I directed the anger to me. What was wrong with me even? 29 and still behaving like a love struck adolescent?Why did I even care that he didn't further his advances? I got home that day with his thoughts on my mind. They just wouldn't go. They assailed me all through the night.
 I came to the conclusion he was married. With that thought of finality I shifted my thoughts to my job. I was a make up artist who enjoyed her job thoroughly and in no time I forgot about the encounter with him.
Or so I thought. I woke up thinking about him sometime during the week. Determinedly I shoved him off my mind. I was one strong woman deep inside. I mustered that deep seated strength and trudged on.
 Nothing prepared me for my second encounter with the assailant of my thoughts! I met Okey again. This time I was in control of my mushy feelings. He was picking some groceries off the shelf in a supermarket..
To be continued.
Written by Osarhieme Owen eze.

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The Vow.

When Okey looked me straight in the eye,with tiny droplets of tears glistening around the corners of his I vowed within to forever be his woman. So that even when the priest made me voice the revered litany synonymous with marriages it was just mere formality. The real union had already taken place in my heart; my vow solidly resident in the recess of my being. And when we kissed, I felt it. His heartbeat. My heartbeat. The togetherness. The fever, fervor,rhythm. In that rapturous moment I re affirmed my undying love for him,embracing the mutual flow of oneness and wallowing in his essence.          
  I didn't care that our kiss was stretching longer than a trifle appropriate. I didn't care that one lean hand had crept up to carress my cheek,the other propping me nearer. Still I didn't care a hoot that the "Uhssssss' and 'Ahsssssss' from the congregation were
becoming louder.
  I'm sure we pulled apart when the priest cleared his throat. I wouldn't take my eyes off my husband. Standing before me was the most handsome man ever. Strikingly tall,broad shouldered and an oozing charisma he was the epitome of charm. I was proud of him. I gloried in the fact that he was my man and I his wife. I was never ashamed to admit his handsomeness was the first attraction.
   Our wedding night was...bliss. We did not make love. I remember vividly that we talked most of the time. With our arms wrapped around each other, the room dimly lit by candles,the scent of flowers filling the air,he told me uncountable times how he loved me and would do anything to make me happy. He
told me some of his childhood adventures,escapades and a bit more about his future plans with me.
  It was the next morning we made love.
    It was slow,promising,and quite sensual until the gyration of our hips sparked the need to go faster. We became swift,desperate and frenzied. Together we reached for the stars,found those moments of indescribable joy and dissolved into tiny pieces of pure fulfilment.
Our honeymoon was spent in Paris. It was a fortnight of happiness. Honestly I had never been this happy..
To be continued..
Written by Osarhieme Owen eze.

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