Chapter 7

Anyway he had loved the hair and said I looked really pretty so it was worth the risk. Besides it was more of brown than gold. So "Fuck law."

I was satisfied with the way I looked in the mirror even without make up I looked very pretty, so I hardly needed to. I simply combed my eyebrows into a straight line and sometimes robbed lip gloss. To think that guys like Emeka were the ones blessed with straight brows annoyed me. What do they need it for? Don't even get me started on the lashes. I think it's unfair and girls should riot.

My skin glowed in the black gown, which is why I always opted for black cause I was fair, very fair. I had no special features, everything about me was common. My nose wasn't pointed, my eyebrows were just normal and my lips were full nothing special. It was common amongst African women.

Everything about me was common even my nice dentition but then I looked very uncommon. So they said. Till now I can't point one feature in me that makes people turn their heads back when I pass by them or stop me by the roadside only to tell me I was really beautiful. I guess that's what the beautiful thing was, that you couldn't place your hand on what made me Beautiful.

I walked like a thief out of the parish house and out of the parish. I didn't want anyone to see me. Seeing me would give them the opportunity to question me but then if they don't see me, no questions. Get the gist.

I guess I would have to skip dinner by 8:00 but I didn't care. I doubt I would be hungry after I see him, I really doubt. Besides he was so worth it. The happiness I will feel when I see him will be so much more delicious than dinner.

I was just close to the faculty when I saw him from afar. That lanky body with big glasses must surely belong to him.

I laughed, then I laughed again.

We met each other just at the front of the faculty, under a big tree. I didn't know the fruit the tree produced cause there was none on it. It served as a shade from the scorching sun the people of Enugu had to endure.

He didn't say anything when we met. Instead he pulled me to a hug and I bent my back backwards standing still not touching him until he hit my back playfully.

"Com'mon hug me back and stop standing like a log of wood." He teased.

"Just So you know we are in the front of the faculty and there are lights and people can see us." I defended placing my hands on his back gently. I was dreading touching him. I felt his skin was fire and it would burn my hands

"And so, who cares?" He asked, disentangling from the embrace.

"I care. Who knows if my future husband is in law faculty. I won't want him to see me frolicking around with another man. Ha! What would he think of me. I have to appear decent even if I'm not." I laughed and he laughed too.

"You say the most stupid things."

He was Laughing when he took my hands and led me to one of the buildings. The one hidden from the light and prying eyes. And that's were we sat, on a stone, outside.

There were no candles, no wines. It was far from being a romantic setting. We only had the moon the stars and our love. And to God, he was enough for me.