So this is the story of how I loved love in a place I was certain love could not love. I've never been much for love, never really loved it for me so its been difficulty for me to fully give it away. However, I have been much for loyalty, even more so a big fan of disappointments which sometimes don't come by easy. People will love you, a little more than you love yourself sometimes and because you're incapable of love, you pay them with loyalty (a prolonged act of love) which eventually wears off with time. I didn't have to pretend with this girl I met in Mbala.
SHE always tells me she noticed me noticing her way before I approached her. That's contrary to what I remember. On my side, I felt my heart skip twice as I pressed the accelerator of my silver Mini and sped away when I meant to stop. A mile away, I turned back to meet the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen but she was gone. My mind rushing yet my heart calm cause for some strange reason it knew that I had seen the girl I would call my own, the one who would light up my ever dark days, my sun. From that day, I vowed to find her, to meet her, to know her and to love her.
It wasn't long before she crossed my path again. Speeding as usual, I went past her and came to the realisation that my car was blocking me from meeting her. I abandoned it and on foot, I followed after her, with luck on my side I met her amidst a bunch of friends I had hurt unknownly early, but we can talk about that later. You can only imagine the amount of criticism my "hi" received. My pride as big as the world I swallowed, to my knee I was ready to fall if that was what it took to know her.
Despite the criticism that came from her friends for my alleged rudeness the first time we met, she shut them up and asked them to accept my apology. The goosebumps I got from her protecting me from her vultures friends unmatch any other. On that fateful day, I went away with her name and ofcourse her number. We planned to meet that evening but no, my pride didn't allow me the luxury of looking weak, it will be another day before I called her.
Fast forward, she always tells me she hated me for getting her number and not calling or texting her. She didn't understand what I was playing at, but c'mon a nigga's game had to be different from all the phony ones who attempted to get to her before me.
