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After Ebeni Left
“Tell me a story” You said barely awake, The sun has left the sky and her shadow brings in the orange hues that looks so bright on your skin.
“Ebeni!! I have no more stories left” I replied knowing you know all the stories I have to tell, I have told you everything. The smell of my childhood and the taste of my favorite food, the way my father’s hand scarred my mother’s back and the feel of my first kiss.
“Still tell me something, I’d like to know everything about you. Tell me how we first met” You concluded on a story you barely remember now , A story I refused to remember until now.
“Well well well, we shouldn’t talk about that” I giggled to hide my pain, I did not want to relive knowing you and this moment wasn’t the best moment to tell this story to you.
“Please, Just tell me. I’d like to know again” You held your breath and I stroked your hair. My God how could the gods make you so beautiful, so full of things that makes me soft.
“okay okay, Well we met in the middle of the dance floor. You were wearing that pink shiny dress, it caught my eyes because I thought you look so much like a flamingo” I stopped, you giggled almost dozing off and the memories came flooding back.
you swayed to the music, your hair was alive. Everything wasn’t in that room except you. You were the only thing alive, the only thing that existed on the entire planet that night, I watched you from afar shy as ever. You came towards me and I froze, or time froze.
I watch you as you pulled my hands towards you, to drag me to the dance floor. I was so empty and dead inside, it was the day after my cousin’s funeral and I wanted to drown myself in alcohol so I came to the club. instead I drowned myself in you, the smell of you and the pink flamingo dress that hugged your body. I pushed my head into your neck as you rocked your waist side ways, you kissed me first and I cried into your arms with the music swallowing my voice. You didn’t seem to mind me crying so loudly, it didn’t scare you away.
After that night, We were barely apart. We spent everyday on the phone, we were like magnets. Also running towards each other, and today I lose you.
Today I’m holding your bloodied body and you are asking of the story of encounter,
The Sound of your heartbeat slowing down is scary and I’m trying to tell myself to be brave.
“We are losing her” A nurse pushed me away from you and I’m not done with my story.
“I’m not done telling her the story, wait!! please let me finish the story” I yelled at the nurse who probably saw the pain in my eyes but didn’t care as what matters is them deciding if you’ll make it or not. They didn’t care about our first meeting, how you saved my life with a kiss and a pink flamingo dress.
I wailed because I had to finish our story, and I wanted you to hear it, I wailed because I wanted you to be alive again.
“Ebeniiiii” I screamed thinking of how today was our anniversary and I had a big surprised planned at home, You went out for dinner with your father. You said you’d be back home early, and you wanted to tell him about me. I didn’t know he’d shoot you because he’d rather have a dead daughter than a daughter who loves like we do. I didn’t know that goodbye in the morning was the last I’d say to you.
As I watched the doctors try to perform miracles on your body, I decided you will not go alone on your journey. Your father is joining us, I’d bring him to you and make him answer to God while I watch.
Ebeni after you left, I killed your father.
“Ebeni!! I have no more stories left” I replied knowing you know all the stories I have to tell, I have told you everything. The smell of my childhood and the taste of my favorite food, the way my father’s hand scarred my mother’s back and the feel of my first kiss.
“Still tell me something, I’d like to know everything about you. Tell me how we first met” You concluded on a story you barely remember now , A story I refused to remember until now.
“Well well well, we shouldn’t talk about that” I giggled to hide my pain, I did not want to relive knowing you and this moment wasn’t the best moment to tell this story to you.
“Please, Just tell me. I’d like to know again” You held your breath and I stroked your hair. My God how could the gods make you so beautiful, so full of things that makes me soft.
“okay okay, Well we met in the middle of the dance floor. You were wearing that pink shiny dress, it caught my eyes because I thought you look so much like a flamingo” I stopped, you giggled almost dozing off and the memories came flooding back.
you swayed to the music, your hair was alive. Everything wasn’t in that room except you. You were the only thing alive, the only thing that existed on the entire planet that night, I watched you from afar shy as ever. You came towards me and I froze, or time froze.
I watch you as you pulled my hands towards you, to drag me to the dance floor. I was so empty and dead inside, it was the day after my cousin’s funeral and I wanted to drown myself in alcohol so I came to the club. instead I drowned myself in you, the smell of you and the pink flamingo dress that hugged your body. I pushed my head into your neck as you rocked your waist side ways, you kissed me first and I cried into your arms with the music swallowing my voice. You didn’t seem to mind me crying so loudly, it didn’t scare you away.
After that night, We were barely apart. We spent everyday on the phone, we were like magnets. Also running towards each other, and today I lose you.
Today I’m holding your bloodied body and you are asking of the story of encounter,
The Sound of your heartbeat slowing down is scary and I’m trying to tell myself to be brave.
“We are losing her” A nurse pushed me away from you and I’m not done with my story.
“I’m not done telling her the story, wait!! please let me finish the story” I yelled at the nurse who probably saw the pain in my eyes but didn’t care as what matters is them deciding if you’ll make it or not. They didn’t care about our first meeting, how you saved my life with a kiss and a pink flamingo dress.
I wailed because I had to finish our story, and I wanted you to hear it, I wailed because I wanted you to be alive again.
“Ebeniiiii” I screamed thinking of how today was our anniversary and I had a big surprised planned at home, You went out for dinner with your father. You said you’d be back home early, and you wanted to tell him about me. I didn’t know he’d shoot you because he’d rather have a dead daughter than a daughter who loves like we do. I didn’t know that goodbye in the morning was the last I’d say to you.
As I watched the doctors try to perform miracles on your body, I decided you will not go alone on your journey. Your father is joining us, I’d bring him to you and make him answer to God while I watch.
Ebeni after you left, I killed your father.
