I could be punched by Mayweather, Pacquiao, Bukom Banku, or even Ayitey Powers a million times and still be walking, but to be in love with someone who doesn’t love me back? I’d be dead in a day.
I was shattered when Priscy told me she was falling for one of the seniors—and then had the guts to ask me to help her get him. It felt as if my whole life had come to a halt. I just sat there watching her talk. I didn’t even hear what she was saying anymore; all I saw was the movement of her lips.
I grew weaker and weaker. Dizzy. The room started spinning. Then I dropped from my chair to the floor. For a moment, I thought I was dead. I thought it was the end. I thought I saw Death himself, telling me to go back because my time wasn’t up.
Then I came back to life. My strength returned, my eyes opened—and there was Priscy kneeling beside me, her hands shaking. She was screaming my name but stopped the moment she saw me wake up. Fear was written all over her face.
The librarian rushed over and asked what had happened. Priscy explained that we’d been talking and I had suddenly fallen to the floor, unconscious. Since the break was already over, he told us to go back to class. Priscy promised to check on me during the second break, but I told her I’d be going to the dining hall then.
In truth, I was thinking of a plan. I needed to act fast before I lost Priscy to that senior. She had taken the best part of me—my heart—and I’d come too far to let her slip away. To sit back and watch her run into someone else’s arms would be like handing my bitterest enemy a loaded gun and asking him to shoot me. As the saying goes, “You never realize how much you love someone until you watch them love someone else.”
I didn’t get time to write the letter during class, so at second break I sacrificed my lunch again. I waited until my classmates had gone out, pulled out a sheet of paper, and started writing:
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Dear Priscy,
I wish I had known you were ready to love and be loved. I wish I had known that behind the “prayer director” title burned an unquenchable desire to be loved. Priscy, I have tried hard to hide my feelings for you for far too long. Now I’m ready to unleash all these months of bottled-up love.
I love you in a way that consumes me. I want you to be mine. I want to wrap you in my arms, skin against skin, hands intertwined, so you can fall asleep to the sound of my heartbeat. Don’t give your heart to any other guy. Promise me you will never be anybody’s darling but mine.
I will care for your heart. I will care for your body. I will feed you with love. I will be honest, faithful, and kind to you. Priscy, give your love to me and let me give you mine. Let us join our hearts together and love each other like nobody’s business.
I hope to get a positive reply from you.
Your secret lover,
KD
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When I finished writing the letter, I was starving. I decided to go and buy some fruit to eat. On my way, I met Jake. He still looked weak. I knew he was still fasting. I almost pitied him, because the same girl he was fasting and praying for was busy chasing after a senior’s heart.
“Hey KD, you couldn’t come for the afternoon prayers. Priscy was there, and I thought you’d also come but you didn’t,” he said.
“Yes, I couldn’t come, but I’ll try and make it in the evening,” I replied.
“Ermm, KD,” he continued, “there’s been another revelation about you. I hope we can meet after closing so we can talk about it. Please try and meet me after closing.”
He said that and walked away.
Closing time? The same time I’d planned to meet Priscy? Like seriously?
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