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Monday, March 10, 2008

Love, eternally.

They were airborne, at last. He looked to his left; she was there, his beautiful wife of four years. They had dated for three years before getting married. He couldn't recall anything meaningful he had done without her. She was ashen with fear, totally speechless; must be the flying experience. She didn't expect it to be this sudden and definitely not this way, he had to make this move or he would have lost her to that playboy, Benjamin. They had promised they would be together till the death and he meant to keep his word; moreover she was carrying his baby, their first. He could not believe his ears when she told him she was leaving, 'I'm leaving with Ben, we are flying tonight' she said, and 'the baby is his, not yours'; what nonsense!. Me and Mr. Jones (by Amy Winehouse) plays on the radio, she starts screaming, and it wasn't about the music. He knew why, and smiles; my love, my life, he thinks to himself.

The metal barrier bends under the impact and the car bumps up a little higher into the sky upon hitting the concrete. Yes! smooth sailing, he could let go of the steering wheel now. She had stopped screaming and was staring at him with unspoken questions in her eyes. There was no time to explain anything, everything. His eyes offered the only explanations 'soon my love, you will understand, we'll be together forever'. They were going a lot slower now, altitude and gravity must have switched roles. He looks out the window and up into the sky, so pure, so sublime. Everything starts happening fast again, the plunge must have started. He reaches out to her and she just keeps staring ahead, her eyes fixed like they were made of glass. She looked so ethereal with her unmade hair caught in the wild breeze.

Breathing became hard; the machine went through random twists and wisps of air were all around them. The breeze was stronger and harsher now, no more a caress. The radio was still on, though he could barely hear what was playing; something that sounded like 'Lady' by D'angelo. How appropriate, he closes his eyes, sleep was creeping in and he couldn't allow himself to fall asleep. This was their moment. His eyes close again as they landed rather fast and uncontrolled, they went into the air for the second time with more twists and turns. He couldn't see her face anymore or hear what she was saying, a contorted metal part of the car was now blocking his view, his neck snapped as they hit the ground on the third bounce. Someone screamed somewhere in the background, he couldn't make out the words properly, more people were screaming now; then nothing; just the enveloping darkness.


 


 

14 comments:

  1. You have proved beyond doubt that you can think outside the box. You should consider scriptwriting. You should also consider writing novels.
    The world belongs to you my friend.

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  2. Classic case of if I cant have you no one can....

    well expressed love...could picture every move...

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  3. @ibukunolu-thanx for d vote of confidence.
    @ afrobabe- you got it dear.
    Reminds me of this:
    "Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
    By each let this be heard,
    Some do it with a bitter look,
    Some with a flattering word,
    The coward does it with a kiss,
    The brave man with a sword!"
    -Oscar Wilde

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  4. Jesus!!!...you can write o!!...my God!!!...how tragic...and dramatic...so extreme...i've never understood that sort of reaction...may i never cross a man like that...

    ...you should go and visit atutupoyoyo's blog and see the invitation to write...you should most definitely submit something...naija men can write o!!!...i am thoroughly impressed with this one...it bothered me immensely...i could see it...hear it...feel the intensity of it all...it was painful...well done...

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  5. why? he should have just let her go....

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  6. Till death do them part...

    Dude took it too seriously abeg!

    Nice write up BTW.

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  7. @guerreira: doin' wat i can dear. ur blog is a constant source
    of inspiration too.

    @honeywell: yeah, kinda sad. but we play out dat scene in our heads
    everytime a loved one hurts us.

    @n.i.m.m.o.: no fear me o, i just write wat comes to mind. lol.

    @ms. catwalq: same thing i said, he shuld have just let her go,but then....

    @princesa: yeah, emotions are about d only thing we've got. it even
    interferes in d way we worship God. True?

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  8. way too extrem for the guy,
    u sure write well dude!

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  9. ummmm babes u are soooooo fired! infact i'm takin to u off ma list of men i consider marrying........better call me b4 i take u off completely!

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  10. morbid............. but u got my pulse racing......nice.....very nice.....thanks for dropping by mine....will be back most def

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  11. really gripping read...it felt like reading sth from Robert Patterson. I really, really like! plus, it's a refreshing break from the Lagos Island stuff(that's good too mind u).

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