Whispers of Love

PROLOGUE Dear Nma, Nna woke up from bed and heard the cock crow at the other end. Then, are also the ceaseless panting drops in his bathtub echoing a peculiar rhythm of an old rustic lullaby. The dawn is chilly and cold, and peeping through the window the weather is misty and the cloud is heavily pregnant. “The dawn may usher in a dull new day. Call it a rainy day, ” He told himself. "For some nine months now I have restricted my pen. I have refused to write to you because I am very upset about the last unfriendly treatment I got from you. I had questioned myself severally what wrong I may have done to your virgin teenage heart. And I could not put anything together, except that I have refused to die in silence. I have professed the love in my heart with the simplicity and innocence of a babbling year old and the clarity of the rising sun. Every bit of how I felt about you could be seen pulsing in the lines of my poems. Some of them even threaten to jump out of the pages. More so, even the tears of love could be seen flowing across the pages. The words themselves are wet. Even their substance is as palpable as a hypertensive radial pulse. The message is tender, kind, and even as refreshing as the pulp of fresh mango juice. Then the endearment that spiced the tempo could awaken Romeo and Juliet from their slumbered sleep. And lo and behold! I saw the sum of it all gather to form and power a fountain. The waters falling from this fountain are not the kind I have known and seen at Ezeiyi Fountains in Eluama. The waters are not water. The fountain flows from mountains of rock far above my head. The ripples of the falling fountain sing only love songs. And on top of the green Kubwa Hills, where my love fountain springs, are angels with their immaculate wings singing love songs. Even Venus , the Greek goddess of love, graced the orchestration. Indeed a legendary poetic celebration of the great virtues of this great queen whose name is love. And the stream of this royal fountain follows its natural course miraculously running into giant topographical English alphabets with only four letters just before it emptied into the sea of my left ventricle. And I marveled at how tears of love could have performed such a herculean task. And I wondered with my little head about this great and enigmatic queen called Love". But then the tears of love Keep falling and falling And the fountains of love Keep flowing and flowing And the love lark keeps singing And singing endless love songs . . . BUT THEN SHE LEFT HIM Back then when they were kids Little boys and little girls They had just left high school Then she was so young and yuppy She was as innocent as a dove Then she had a clean heart She could not look into his eyes She was shy, he didn’t know That she was in love Way back then he didn’t know She was innocently in love with him Way back then her heart was clean As clean and as pure as a lamb The innocent lamb without blemish Then they met, and then they became friends Then they were going together They were so much in love For he never knew what is love For he was rather in love with the books For then did he really fall in love Later, he went into the university Somehow they lost touch of each other And they were temporarily separated By the twin brothers of distance and time But then the innocent winds of love Brought them together again This time around within the four walls Of a great university on soft green hills Where they rediscovered themselves Where he also fell in love For then did he know Or could he say more correctly He felt the winds of love Pass through his inner minds For she was his first true love Then her lips were as soft as silk The pulp of her fingers were as tender As loving, as caressing, as sensual As anything as good as love For he saw in her eyes That she was deeply in love That she was in love with him He read from her kiss From her sweating palms ...