THE HYPOCRITE IN YOU

Here we are shaded by the interlocked leafy stems of the mango tree from the moon-lit sky with you cradling next to me while our backs rests on the windshield of my  brother's old Benz, parked well hidden from the beams of the lamppost metres away from the fence of your house.

In silence we lay at first, watching the twinkling dots myriads of distance up above when you suddenly felt my finger poke your belly button. This move ran contrary to the romantic ceremony we normally hold.

Shocked but tickled, you shrieked and giggled out loud till I faced the punishing outcome as  you bit my pinkie in my attempt to avoid you selling us out to suspicion.

"Now this is the reason I never wanted to come", you said turning to face me as I inhaled the smell of liquor I had stole from my brother's shelf wafting from your mouth. I knew this was the hypocrite in you speaking. So I faked a frown you could see through and covered my mouth as we both burst into another round of laughter.

So I laid back on the windshield and you unbuttoned my shirt and begin to tease me saying I'm missing a rib.

To cover my ticklish spot, I had you pulled closer to my chest till your eyes met mine.

Those shiny things mirroring the beautiful radiance of the bright night got me glued for a moment till I went to work.

It is true, you had said you never wanted to hang out with this one-month old stranger, but I doubt if you wouldn't want to.

Especially now that the feeling of your lips on mine is saying otherwise.

This is not how it started for I had met you at a seminar where you had spoken so well, that my eyes had danced on you through out the rest of the evening. It took my disturbing 'rascal' friend and co-Yoruba but repentant demon, Femi, quite an effort to pull me out of the event.

But we were bound to meet again as you were friends to my friend's girlfriend, Linda and you waltz into the house party that evening with her birthday cake.

How tired my eyes must have been, for they went to work following all your movements, till my body suggested I make a move while my party guests laughed as I sauntered towards your position.

The meeting was brief as Linda did the honours of introduction. But damn! Those eyes of yours feigned annoyance, shooting a 'not interested glance' as you said your 'hi' like a quick shot and left us to greet other friends.

I must have swallowed heavy and but not hard as I had to quickly do away with my jacket, so as not to aggravate the heat warming up in me as I soon broke into beads of  embarrassing sweat.

The night was over for me. For I said my good nights to the hosts so quietly that I couldn't hear myself.

While I thought I had run out of luck of expressing myself, we met at the supermarket weeks later two streets away from mine. And  I happened to help you reach a sachet of beverage you were so stretching to get. But come to think of it. Was I at first willing to help? No! Your stretching was glorious enough to have me drop my basket and settle for a game of watching.

Fortunately, the help I gave turned out to be the best shot I made for I got to know your name and the fact that you stay few streets away from where I live, but with your retired soldier uncle. This I guessed you happily added to discourage me. Though we exchanged contacts, leading to calls, texts and chat, until you dared me to reach you on your uncle's phone which I did posing one afternoon as secretary to the H. R. office of the firm you filled up a form to intern with.

Soon we started rendezvousing as you proposed taking the fun out. We started sneaking out to meet me on nights like these to consummate and should I say consolidate on our, you know?

For how long what we shared may last I wouldn't know. For whenever I look into your eyes, I know you know we don't want to talk about it. So we've both signed a silent oath.

There are however, few memories I do believe will last in our minds, like when we flagged down a cab at Festac town and took it down to Ikoyi without paying. For we ran immediately after we alighted. Or when I took two well-landed punches  trying to recover your stolen phone from a street urchin in a hot chase.

Or last night when, we had both attended a dinner uninvited and I had guided your steps dancing.

In trance we had waltz with your left hand where my heart is.  While your inaudible but lusty whisperings found my tongue lingering on the side of your graceful neck. I soon hear you moan softly as you close your eyes in pleasure to soothing darkness.