My Lady

"Apology accepted… but seriously I really have to go."

She lifted her hand to reach the door, when she opened it she almost bumped into my face, but I managed to hold her back, she froze, gazed at me, she wanted to say something but this time around I wouldn't let her, I had to say something before she does. Musa was waving his hand at me for I to have frozen, he did not make a sound but he moved his lips and hands.

"Say something, come on! Say something." he kept on sighing. I cleared my throat.

"Are you alright?"

"Um… sorry… yeah… yeah… I'm alright." She said. I got inside, I thought that she was following me but she stood still at the door, I turned around to see if she was coming for I could not hear any footsteps coming from behind.

"You are not coming with me?" I asked.

"Um… the… the thing is." she lowered her voice, she sounded like she was guilty of something, a child caught stealing sugar, that's how she reacted. Moos wouldn't let her go, without me spending more time with her.

"… What thing?" Musa asked.

"It's that… I." she startled. She cexpressed as ount up courage to speak.

"You weren't starterring moments ago…" Musa confronted. I looked at him trying to get his mind out of making her feel uncomfortable.

"Like really now Lindy J.R is here why then, do you want to leave?" He asked "I assume you are over twenty-one years that when you arrive a bit late, mom and dad won't throw insults at you"

"Ok Moos I'm not leaving… are you happy now?" she asked out of exhaustion.

"I'm more than happy… I'm thrilled." he spoke walking backwards.

"Hey, so how did my brother treat you?"

"Um… your brother is nice." she said "tell me why does he calls himself Moos?"

"He's the smartest here at home; let me say in the entire family he's the smartest."

"So where is he going now?" She asked.

"His going to his room,"

"What is he going to do?" She inquired.

"His going to study and he'll probably leave his room at seven."

"Wow his really studying hard hey." She acclaimed.

"Yeah …so enough about Moos, please forgive me for being late. Let's go to my scrap room! And we could get down to business."

I was all sure of myself, I was so confident; in my heart I was so glad that she came to my place.

"Why do you call your work room a 'scrap room'?" She asked.

"Because it is not tidy and neat, but full of scraps," I expressed as we went up the stairs.

She pointed a painting of Christ the redeemer, and said "You call this scrap? This is awesome, Joe this is perfect art."

I looked at her and smiled "I did not say that my Christ is scrap, but just look around you. This room is dirty; I don't have time to clean it."

"But you look like a guy who's neat and love's himself very much." She acclaimed

"Wow thanks for the complement my lady." I bowed down with a grin on my face.

"Wait! Wait hold the phone! You did not call me 'my lady just now' did you?" she asked in perplexed.

"Well I just did, is there a problem on calling you that Ms.?" I asked. She seemed offended.

"No it's not; just that Moos, was calling me 'My lady' are you guys some sort of twins or what?" She questioned out of Disbelief.

"No we are not I'm older than him! But he did have a twin!"

"What do you mean when you say 'Did have'" she became concerned, she creased her brows. She walked towards me with her arms crossed.

"Oops me and my big mouth... how about you put this on so that you don't dirty yourself with paint." she looked at me, and you could tell that she was suspecting something.

"Are you trying to avoid my question Joe." she took the apron and wore it. Her face demanded answers. I couldn't look at her.

"Look at this, here are all the paints and brushes, just express yourself here on this paint paid.

"I wasn't expecting that, but I also need an answer to my question?" She said.

"Am sorry but if you'll keep on talking and no activity being done! You'll submit that assignment late!" I spoke politely.

"Look if you are going to avoid me, just tell it to my face, will you?" she changed and was being furious.

"Ok I'm sorry, it's my fault, and I shouldn't have brought the subject up!" She came to drinks, aced her palm on my hand which was holding the paint brush. She looked at me with caring eyes.

"It's ok if you don't want to talk about it, I understand."

"Ok… am sorry once again, please paint whatever comes to your mind."

She took the paint brush and painted a broken chair, she is good but she does need monitoring. She added to much paint on the drawing, I didn't want to disappoint her, neither upset her. She turned her head and asked.

"How am I doing?"

Am not a good liar, and the bible prohibits lying.

"You are doing fine but you… your paint is too much."

"Oh I've noticed that, and that's the reason that brought me here the first place."

"Ok let's leave it to dry up… come here,"

"Where are we going?" she probed.

I stretched out my hand and she reached out hers. When she stretched out her hand it, felt like she was agreeing to marry me. My heart was pounding so fast, it felt like it was going to trod out.

"…We are just going out for a walk until the paint has dried up!"

We went out for a walk around the park bought same popcorns and drinks, shared our views, what we wish to achieve before reaching the age of 30. What caught my ears was that. She said "If 'my love' the man who loves me, and I love him too would come and ask for a hand in marriage I would agree."

"So you have a boyfriend." I asked

"Yeah I do, it's been 6 months since we started dating."

That turned me off! But then, who would have expected a 23 year old female to be single in the year of 2011 it would have been better if it was the 80's. What I've noticed is that, Women's percentage in the whole wide world is that it's higher than us men.

Reason being that, you would find a high rate of men in prison, and some are dead stabbed by their spouses or girlfriends due to self-defense. Men can be violent they can only think of themselves. A good husband is hard to find but as the scripture says.

'Charm is deceptive and beauty disappears, but a woman who honors the Lord should be praised'.

A good wife and a good husband comes from the Lord, which is why it's said 'A women who honors the Lord should be praised. I don't know whether she loves the Lord like I do, I got curious and a song played from the background, it happened that it was one of her favorite songs and happened to be mine too.

This track is a well-known in French but a South African Gospel artist has re-arranged the song in English. She sang the song.