I knew that something was beginning to grow in my heart when I started looking forward to seeing him,
Benson… the young man in my heart,
Million times I have seen him in my dreams,
I watched him stealthily as he passed along the road,
I thought about him everyday,
I knew I was running mad but I am grateful,
Because mine was not as severe as Glory’s…
I knew there was a space in my heart for his love when I waited patiently for him to pass every morning…
Until it becomes a daily routine,
That even the door reminds me of him,
The light in my room,
And the awkward movement of my neighbour, Jude who has a sore feet,
And would drag it to the tap each morning for whatever…
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Now and then I will rush to the window,
Without looking at the clock,
To see the dude that makes my heart beat,
because I am really going crazy.
I knew something was wrong with me when I started fumbling at my workplace,
Bumping into the smallest things,
And staring foolishly at my computer,
Thrice I had typed his name on my letter head,
And was called into the boardroom for a three-hour scolding,
The next day I addressed my boss as “Benson”.
On a fateful day,
I saw a group of people dragging him down the street,
His face swollen as a result of the beating,
I burst into tears and rushed downstairs,
Because I can’t bear to see the pain and the torture,
I was surprised,
Not because I was told he was caught stealing from the neighbourhood,
Nor because he was not as good looking as I thought him to be,
But because my 14 karate gold that I had been searching all over my place was sitting pretty on his wrist,
When our eyes met, he gave me a cold stare.
Fear seized me as I began to wonder how he got access,
I screamed at the thought of him looking at me sleeping peacefully while he rummaged my closet.
His name was no Benson.
