“What’s funny?”
Looking directly into her eyes, he replied “You” adding much
more softly like he was whispering right into her soul, through her eyes. ”And
your denial of the obvious”.
Just about that time, the sound of Bankole and Mosun’s cover
of Don’t Know Much wafted up the stairs to his room; heating up the moment. He
had requested for it specially ––from his twin siblings–– for his last dance
with Bimpe before he leaves the country.
In his most entreating voice, he said “Let’s dance”
“No” she replied
coyly.
He stood up and
playfully pulled her off the bed with him. This dance this night was all they
had and he planned to maximize it, all of it.
Bimpe knew she couldn’t dance — at least not to this kind of
song— but she didn’t mind; she would do anything just to have this last dance,
this last embrace. And they stood together in the center of the room. Their
bodies moving rhythmically to Mosun’s voice. Two lovers: one church-crazed girl
and a psychopathic man… definitely not a match made in heaven.
the end
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