The gentle moonlight beamed into the room through the window. The curtains dancing slowly to the gentle breeze that found its way through the cracks of the window frame. The full moon gleaming, highlighting tiny dust particles floating, gliding effortlessly in mid-air. He lay on his bed with his phone in his hand. The smile of a goddess projected through his phone’s screen. He lay and wondered. How can so much beauty be contained in one human body?
Earlier on the day, he was in the local mall. Looking for clothes he could buy, he kept diving in and out of stores; searching for the perfect outfit for the costume party he had been invited to next Saturday. He had concluded he would be Bruce Wayne for the party and looked forward to saying “ I’m batman” for the whole night. However, he was not finding the costume that he had in mind. In one store he got in, looked around, and suddenly a store assistant stopped him in his tracks.
“Can I help you?” the store assistant asked.
“Be my date?” he replied.
They both stood shocked. He did not realise her beauty struck him so boldly. He felt weak in his bowels and fought hard to firm up his knees. She was beautiful. Her skin smooth and tan like rich caramel custard. Her lips were luscious and full. Her kiss promised to as sweet as the apple that Eve couldn’t resist. Her eyes were wide, glistening like the diamonds once found in Kimberly. The contour of her face enclosed her prettiness and her petite chin tied it all together. It is manly for a man to have a wide and large chin, it is womanly for a woman to have a small and cute chin.
He looked lost as did she. She did not know what he meant. She thought maybe he was just trying his luck as all men usually do. On her way to work, she had to endure the persistent neighborhood hoodlum who believes that they are meant for each other. Each morning, the unemployed drunkard of a man will insist to walk her to the taxi rank. And each morning she would fight and argue with him. At one point, she had accepted this fate. But the changing staleness of alcoholic odor he radiates each morning inspires her to think actively how to avoid this man. In the taxi to work, she sat next to an elderly man. This man had an old but yet shining gold ring on his finger. He looked at her with a smile that could have enticed her if she was 48 years of age. What is marriage to these men she thought as she raised the volume to her headsets. Lucky for her, the taxi stops right at her place of work. This saves her from having to deal with the darkened boys of the taxi rank in town who haven’t had a bath in years but believe they handsome enough to court the females that pass them by.
Now at work, she is encountered by this man. Just before him, three men have already asked for a cup of coffee. Three times on this day she has refused. Denial has been second nature to her. She always found it peculiar how she knows denial but has never tasted rejection. Either here or there, in this moment she could not refuse. This man did not come off as being arrogant or seem to look at her for just a good ride. He sounded honest in his request. His eyes looked beyond her perfectly sculpted African body. His eyes looked within her soul. This man did not rest his eyes on her thighs that would bear his child or her bosom that would feed his child. His eyes searched within her heart. It felt as if he was looking whether she was worthy of him and not if he was worthy of her. For some strange reason, she said yes.
The response bewildered him. He was still confused and the nerves in his stomach running out of fuses to blow. He did not understand where the confidence came to ask this girl out. He had asked and she had replied. He could not turn back now. He ran his hand into his pocket to extract his phone. He felt the sweat building in his palm. His finger twitching with rapid sensitivity. Without a word being spoken, he extended his arm to give her the phone. Her arm looked like a pillar made of solid bronze infused with gold dust. Her fragrance gave way from her forearm. The scent rose into his nostrils and he took a moment to appreciate the rich sweetness the scent carried. The scent had the notes of rose petals, lavender and an under tone of her own pheromones. The richness of her feminine scent involuntarily led him to close his eyes and to inhale a bit deeper and longer than normal.
She took the phone from him. She was about to ask him where is the phone app to store her details but to her surprise, he had closed his eyes and inhaled in a bit more air than he should have. She touched away on the phone until she found the app. After storing her numbers on his phone, she gave him the phone back. They carried their communication through their eyes. No one spoke a word.
Later that evening, he arrived home and immediately began searching for her numbers. He hoped her WhatsApp profile picture would be her as he does not remember what her nametag said. To his luck, he found her. Lingering over the profile picture, her smile exposing clear pearl white teeth he adored.
The moon paying him a visit, he looked at the picture for another 30 mins. He thought maybe he was bewitched the way this lady had enchanted him. For this woman was so divinely beautiful, he forgot about his wife who was sleeping in the other room.