It two O’clock and the bus should have been gone by now, but no ‘malume’ is waiting for her. I don’t know why these people love this girl so much, why would they worship her? At first, even I; thought she was a saint not after what she did today. Everyone knew he was mine and those who didn’t must have had, but that didn’t stop her. By that time, I’m staring outside the window, trying to understand why these trees enjoys tip-toing and following the beat of this blowing wind, perhaps if it were me, I would have been freezing by now. It’s five minutes pass and there’s no sign of her. Where is she?
While staring outside the window, I saw two beautiful couple walking by the pool. For the first time, I divulge, four-eye’ people have an advantage in this situation. On their way, this guy took off his jacket and gave it to her. After a good-bye hug, she begun to run towards the bus, it’s definitely her! At first, I didn’t believe my site. I pinched myself to see if I Am not dreaming and Jeah it her with my man’s jacket. For all these years I thought he was mine, only mine. As the bus begun to roll I realised that my eyes are not clear as usual. Maybe I need spectacles or maybe it just my tears moisture. Trees started to move faster than usual and I can’t wait to tell Mr Pillow about my day, I know he won’t mind my tears.
In twenty minutes, we arrived and everyone was happy except me, a heart-broken girl. “Hi Lucy, are you Ok?” Sthembiso asks with a smile. I was once his crush even though he thought I was his soul-mate. Maybe he was right, but it’s too late now. While looking at him, my mind reminded me the poem he wrote for me that I am his rib. By that time, I thought I was john’s rib. “Yes, I’m just exhausted” I responded to him with a smile. Of course, I am faking it. “If you say so then, but your eyes are red like you were crying. Anyway, go take a little nap, see you tomorrow”. He then walks away, slowly as if he is feeling exactly the pain I am feeling.
In my bed, with Mr Pillow comforting my head I saw a snail on my mirror. “Hallo Mr Snail, what are you doing in my mirror? I guess you are lucky today because I will not hurt you”, after saying these words, tears started to form glasses in my eyes and slowly it begun to flow over my face. I tried to wipe them but even my hands were shaking. I cried almost thirty minutes and fortunately at last I fell asleep. I wish not to wake up, to stay in the dream-land for good. Maybe there is no john, and being alone this time is what I need.
While enjoying being in dream-land, the phone rang. It’s john and I will be a fool to pick it up. I don’t know what he wants, but I know that he will be lying and I am tired of lies. I got to my sleeping shoes and went to the bath room to wash off my face. Thanks God! The phone has stopped ringing. I guess he thinks I am still asleep, for I know he doesn’t know that I know about his new girlfriend. I then went to my mirror with a doom. It is time for Mr Snail to get out of my house. Doom will not kill him, I am just frightening him.
“Mr Snail! Where are you, it is time for you to go”. By that time, I am looking at the mirror and there is no snail, only the reflection of me. I tried to look closer but instead of seeing him, I saw his slime trails. Wait! It’s not just slims, it a written sentence, ‘Love me’. So, all this time I thought Mr Snail was bored and ended up stranded on my mirror, but no he also wanted to be loved. I closed my eyes and opened them again, and still there is no snail, only my reflection. In a few minutes, I then realised, it’s not the snail who want to be loved, it’s my reflection, it’s me; I should love myself. Thanks, my mirror, the mirror of love.
THE END
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