DREAMS PART 4

15/11/2013

 I can’t stop thinking of Aisha. It looked more like a dream than reality. I just had the best kiss in the world. The tingling feeling that followed cannot be underestimated in the abilities that froze the two bodies together in an atmosphere that lasted like forever. Just a kiss; some people would call it, but to me it was more.  I felt the warmth, as it still circulates my body. I still feel the heat as it stays, wrapping me. Closing my eyes, I was swaddled in your fragile memory. I go to grasp you, but I stop myself just in time. The barely audible sound of your lips parting with my skin sings in bursts of warmth, reminisced in my mind. The subtle nature of your lips caresses the whole facade of smile I kept. Though I didn’t see it, the imaginations I cannot misplace.  I kept on thinking of this future that lies in front of me and sleep was not in view that night. 

I picked up my pen and paper and for the first time in my life I wrote this poem:

 I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I gaze at your pictures
As I go to sleep,
I can hear your voice
It sounds oh so sweet

You say close your eyes
tell me what you see
I see only two people,
just you and me.

You look in my eyes
And hold me so tight,
The fears that we have
Will soon have respite

I cannot contain
My feelings for you,
My heart is set free
It belongs only to you

Since I was unemployed I kept the poem on the table in my room in expectations of her the next day.
My sleep started around sunrise after a long wait. I had dozed off and the knock on my door woke me up.
It was more of bang than a knock. Subconsciously from my sleep I answered and staggered to the door.
Turning the key slowly to open for either Mustapha or Aisha;
surprisingly it was General who was knocking.
Hello, who are you? He asked
I’m …. Em I’m Mustapha’s friend.
Don’t you have a name my friend!
My name is Francis sir. At this point I was at attention. He walked into the room to observe all that was within.
And after a while told one of his military securities to lock the room without touching
a piece and I should be escorted into his mansion.
Bare footed I was guided into the supposed lion’s den.
An orphan like me to face a General in the Nigerian army is like a dog facing a lion.
I knew I was dead but I didn’t want the pain that would lead to my death. I prefer a shot in the head if possible.

I waited outside for a very long time before General had my time. Even when he did, he started with a long phone call to who I never cared. The talk was long with emotions changing like a chameleon. And afterwards he called me closer, with whom did you say you were again? I continued with a little bravery like someone whose death sentence has been pronounced. My name is Francis Itohan. Who is your father? The late doctor Itohan I answered. He turned to one of the guards and said call Aisha for me. Then I suspected he might have known something was about to go down between me and his daughter. When Aisha arrived; she was surprised to see me inside their compound, thus asked me what I was doing there? I didn’t answer. The dad turned to her and asked who I was. She said I was Mustapha’s friend who helps her with all her assignment.

The tone of praise from Aisha was wonderful. I didn’t know I was that good. My energy was restored and pride came over me. The man looked at me and asked is that all. I nodded a yes. He said we should get out of his sight.

Meanwhile he should move to the room upstairs……….. I sometimes use that room downstairs. Aisha walked me back into the guest house to show me the room upstairs and with dad’s approval even the securities know I was an official inhabitant in this abode. She walked into my room and saw the poem I wrote on the table and her concentration was extreme as all was motionless around her for a while. It took almost five minutes before I realized we were two in the room. I looked towards Aisha and discovered she had held the poem in her hands reading it all over again with tears of joy in her eyes.

I walked towards her to stop her from crying but she buried those wonderful lips one more time on me. Loosing my energy she pushed me on the bed. Stretched her hands to close the door she joined me on the bed. The kiss deepened with tops being removed. She tickled every part of my body with her tongue to the point I felt like the woman. Slowly she removed her bra exposing the sumptuous round breast. An endowment I never saw this way. It was quite different from the ones I used to see in my neighbourhood in Lagos. They were fresh from yard and I knew it. I was careful with it at first but when I fully got a grab of it….. She knew I was a man.

Pulling off tight jeans sometimes could spoil the course of pleasure. It took a while and a halt to pull off the jeans but we resumed with the same fire and energy required. Seeing Aisha fully naked; I knew I’ve seen the mother of my kids. I lay on top of her raising the right leg slowly and guiding my dick into the wet arena for an everlasting move of sexual intercourse. The humming tone she gave; made me know it was really reserved for me. I felt we were married already. Using my two hands to joggle the breast, with a right leg resting on my shoulders, I slowly but consistently continued plunging into Aisha. The speed increased after a while and after some time, when I was reaching orgasm the noise increased. With an intensified force from within, I poured all fertility into the womb to carry my baby, and the door opened.

Lo and behold it was General………