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A True Life Story

We left the restaurant together and walked down Great Portland Street. The sky was growling, announcing the potential of a heavy downpour. We quickly ran towards the university building carrying the food we had bought for ourselves and our friends. When we reached the front of our building on campus, we slowed down to catch our breath. Onyinye looked at me and smiled. There was something different about that particular smile. Her eyes seemed to be looking into my soul. They glowed with brightness that made me like her even more. She and I had been classmates for nearly a year in London, and I had been ‘crushing’ on her even before I met her. Several times I had wanted to ask her out, but somehow, something held me back. One night we had gone clubbing together as a group – her friends and mine from university - and she and I danced like crazy. We all danced in pairs, but the moment I got paired with her, there was no separating us. The feel of her sumptuous skin rubbing against mine was like electric waves literally walking all over me. Even the streaks of sweat that dangled down her face looked beautiful.

With my eyes closed, I held her tightly as we danced like there was no tomorrow. Onyinye can dance! When we left the club, I wanted to ask her out – in fact, I had made sure I walked her to her doorstep. The look in her beautiful eyes had my heart beating. My throat went suddenly dry. I wanted to take her in my arms and yank her clothes off. “Okay, I will see you tomorrow,” I said instead. “See you tomorrow Nnamdi,” she replied. I kicked myself as I walked away. Her father was a federal minister in Nigeria and two of her brothers lived in London. Since arriving in London, we had been friends to a point that some people even thought we were dating. I guess the fact that her family occupied the upper echelons of society back home, sort of held me back. My family is of modest means, so I think that placed a mental barrier between myself and Onyinye.

“That was good exercise,” she said still smiling. “Yes, it was,” I replied admiring her luscious full lips. The lip gloss on her lips glowed in the fading afternoon night as rain began to ditch the skies for a dive down to mother earth. Her lips had an undulating motion to them when she spoke and the look in her eyes would make any guy shiver with passion and desire. “What are you doing this weekend?” She asked. “Nothing…apart from taking care of my statistics assignment, I guess,” I replied. “Why don’t we do something? Just you and I…you know, go somewhere – to the movie maybe or take a boat ride on River Thames,” she suggested. I could hear my heart singing like Pavarotti – she wants us to do something together...just us? I thought. We had a large group of friends at school, so we were in the habit of doing things together – all of us. “Sure…let’s do it,” I replied.

Her face was still beaming with smile as we entered the building. We walked around the corner and waited for the elevator to arrive. “Do you have a girlfriend, Nnamdi?” She asked me abruptly. I was not expecting that. “No!” I answered emphatically. Then the elevator arrived. The door swung open and we both entered. As soon as the door closed, Onyinye pulled me towards herself without warning and wrapped her arms around me. Before I knew it, her lips were on mine. I quickly opened my mouth wide and she filled it with her succulent lips. It seemed as though I would die if I let go of her. We kissed passionately, clinging to each other like gum. My hands wandered all over her body and hers ran amok all over my body.

Suddenly, the elevator pulled to a stop and we pulled away from each other sharply as the door began to open. The person who had called the elevator on that floor must have left before the elevator reached there because when the door opened, no one was there...thankfully. I pressed the ‘close door’ button quickly and ran back towards Onyinye like a gazelle running for its life in the wild. Our bodies meshed again like Ocean waves landing on shore except this time, there was no going back. We held each other even firmer and let our mouths get lost in each other’s. There, I realized how much I had been craving her touch. When the elevator neared our floor, I pulled away momentarily. I wanted to tell her how much I had been thinking of her, but she yanked me closer to her and placed a finger over my mouth, signaling – “Shh!!!”

It was more like the song, ‘Shut up and dance with me’ by Walk the Moon. In this case, Onyinye was saying, “Shut up and kiss me” to which I responded with unreserved passion and glee. We remained locked; both our bodies and souls until we reached the 18th floor of the building. We said nothing.  Together, we walked back to the laboratory and handed everyone their orders. As we chatted in the lab waiting for our professor to arrive for the lab session, I could not stop thinking of her. I was so sure she was thinking of me too. I was absent minded throughout that time and when the professor finally arrived, I was just as lost during the practical session. I mixed chemical A with chemical Z, in place of chemical B.

Thanks to God I did not blow the building down. Like a zombie, I continued to make mistakes, setting my group back until the end of the session. I heard Onyinye’s group complain about her mistakes too, so I knew I was not alone. By the end of the day, Eli, one of our classmates from Syria suggested that we go out together since it was a Friday evening. “I will be heading home, I said in reply. “Me too,” Onyinye answered as well. Soon, she and I walked to the bus stop and boarded a bus to my apartment. I could hear our hearts beating like a locomotive engine. The moment I closed the door to my apartment behind us, we went after each other again like a rocket shooting to space. What we felt for each other was so strong that words could not describe it. We would stop to look into each other’s eyes for a moment before locking our lips again in what seemed like a ‘life-saving’ kiss. Her full succulent lips were amazing. Soon, our clothes went flying helplessly in the air before dropping hopelessly to the generous floor.

“I have hungered for you for nearly a year now,” she finally said. “Me too…I have wanted you from the time I met you.” “Really? I need you like the air I breathe,” she said. “And I need you like the blood that runs in my veins. I think of you when I go to bed and the first thing that comes to my mind when I drag myself out of bed in the morning is you. Your beautiful eyes and immaculate face appear to me in my sleep. You have no idea how much I have wanted you Onyii,” I elaborated. She smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and asked, “Is this love?” “It is for me, Onyii,” I replied emphatically. “I think it is for me too,” she said. She and I spent the entire weekend together. We would get of bed momentarily to get some food before jumping back into each other’s arms and then back into bed.

We had no class on Monday morning, so I took her to the London eye. Just when the wheel was descending after reaching the peak, I kissed her with the London landscape in the background. The coach cameras caught our ‘sumptuous kiss’ and we picked up the picture after we touched down. Each of us kept a copy. I hung mine over my bed. I looked at it first thing in the morning and before hitting the sac at night. Soon, all our friends knew we were dating.

“Good to meet you young man,” Onyinye’s father said to me. “My daughter is full of praise for you,” he continued. “She says you are the smartest man she has ever met…apart from her father of course,” he joked. “Pleased to meet you too, sir. I am not sure about being the smartest man she has ever met, but I am very sure she is the most beautiful and smartest girl I have ever set my eyes on,” I answered, reciprocating the praise. “She is beautiful and smart…you are very right about that. So, who was the prime minister of England during World War II?” He asked, although with a hint of joke. I liked him. He was full of life and his sense of humor was spot-on. “Winston Churchill,” I answered just in case he was really serious. “I can see that you know your history. I like a young man who knows his history. So, what is the capital of Slovakia?” I chuckled before providing him the answer. “Bratislava.” “Who was the first African…not black man but African,” he stressed, “To win the Nobel Prize?” Again, I chuckled before firing the answer at him. “Albert Luthuli.”

“It is enough, Papa,” Onyinye intervened. Her father had been visiting London with her mother for the week and she insisted that they meet with me. “I can see that you are protective of him, but the young man is smart enough to survive my scrutiny. So, when are you coming to Nigeria next? I would love to know you more. You know your stuff.” “I am not sure as to when I will be in Nigeria yet. I am hoping to work in London for a while before heading home.” “Onyinye has a job waiting for her at Cadbury Foods, so she should be heading home in a few months. I am sure you don’t want to lose a girl like her,” Onyinye’s father stressed. I did not know about her plan to return home, so I looked at Onyinye and then at her parents. “It just came up,” she said. “My dad spoke to someone at Cadbury. It is my dream company to work for,” Onyinye answered.

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