Kwame wanted to withdraw himself on time, but Sarah didn’t let go. Instead, she m0aned softly with pleasure. She released body slightly and Kwame thought he was eventually free. She seized the opportunity to stare seductively into his eyes, groped for his hands, wanting them to caress over her butt instead of being merely wrapped around her back. Kwame noticed everything, including the frets in her body now as she advanced her trembling lips towards him.
“We are just friends. Aren’t we?” Kwame protested, “I think friends don’t kiss. A peck is okay.”
“Yeah, I know,” she whispered, “but, I…I…love you”
Kwame unlocked himself abruptly from her hold. He was dumbfounded by the statement and thought for a moment if he’d not heard her quite well.
“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about!”
“I do,” she said, staring into Kwame’s eyes with hot tears dripping down her cheeks; her lips, quavering with emotion, “I… I have always loved you, but….”
“It’s too late for this, Sarah,” Kwame cut in calmly, holding her by both shoulders to console her. Sarah nestled her head in his chest as Kwame patted her back gently and continued, “I have fallen in love with Nene and she had also shown love to me. Nene’s parent and mine have just met for introduction two weeks ago. Her parent had wanted her to get married on time because she is their only surviving child out of 3 children.”
He withdrew himself gently and stared right into her glistening eyes, “We can always be friends forever.”
On hearing this, Sarah collapsed to her knees, weeping earnestly. Some women were passing by across the road with loads on their heads, and cars had been passing by occasionally. Sarah still rooted on the spot. She was heedless of the drizzles that had now augmented into showers of rain, damping the pavement under her.
“I’m sorry, I have to take my leave now,” Kwame helped her to her feet, “it’s very dangerous here at this hour of the night.”
Kwame reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and wiped her pretty face. He embraced her once more and left her to her fate, lonely on the street.
BY Ajenifuja Adetokunbo