STORY: I Met Jerry (10)

When a man loves a woman, he tells her. When a woman loves a man, she tells the world. I had just added another personal love quote to my diary. I smiled.

Small Shakara

It dawned on me. Love is a beautiful thing but it can also be painful. You have to fight to keep it. You have to nurture it to grow. And you have to get angry to appreciate it. Yeah, I think so.

I was angry.

I was angry with myself for letting this man who came from nowhere sweep me off my feet. I was angry with myself for allowing this man to make me fall helplessly in love with him. I was angry with myself for thinking about this man at every second of the day. I was angry with myself for being angry with this man.

I haven't spoken to Jerry since I read that text message on which he wrongly spelt my name. I had refused to pick up his calls or reply his messages. I think I need a deliverance from the spirit of malice.

Deep down in my heart, I wanted to hear his voice. I have missed him. But I was still not picking up his calls. Why am I like this?

I wanted him to know I wasn't happy with him. He already knew I wasn't in a good mood. But he didn't know he was in trouble with me.

Phone rings.

Phone rings. "Don't you think this man has tried enough?" I ignored it.

Phone rings. I shrugged.

Phone rings.

After a while, I picked up his call. It might not have been the sweetest phone call in the world, but it was one of the truest calls my heart has ever received.

~excerpt from the call~

Amaka: . . .and then you misspelt my name.
Jerry: Oh my Wonder, I'm sorry. It was a typo. No vex.
Amaka: Hmm. . . oya spell my name correctly now.
Jerry: *Laughs* Ok ma, N-W-A-M-A-K-A. I love you anyhow.
Amaka: *Giggles* I love you too.

Sometimes Jerry and I seem as a perfect match made from heaven. Other times I wonder what a mess we are together. But most times I feel my heart is so naked that he can see right through it. He knows the exact words my heart wants him to say. How much more magical can he be?

Jerry loves me very much. That's why I can do 'small shakara'.

. . .to be continued next week. >>>

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I'm assuming everyone knows what 'small shakara' means. Just in case you don't, ask my blogger-friend, Sweet Mo. She does it well. Lol

Happy New Month, Sweeties!

See previous chapters - 
Ch. 1 : I Met Jerry
Ch. 2 : Phone Calls
Ch. 3: Magic and Wonder


Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu 
Twitter: @Amakamedia
Email: amakamedia@yahoo.com

Heart Rays . . .giving out  the light.