Rotimi woke up abruptly from a nightmare sweating and was surprised to find himself sleeping on the laps of the young girl. He had just been chased by someone in his dreams with a dagger and the person had followed him into the store they were hiding.
The young girl was sleeping peacefully and Rotimi wondered how he fell asleep comfortably on the girls body. The night was dark and cold and outside was as quiet as a grave yard. He wondered if the riots had stopped? If Musa had gotten help or had deserted him?
He wondered what would be the fate of this girl he was with, if she would leave him as well in the morning and go back to her uncle? He wanted to get up but he was very tired and hungry so he quietly drifted back to sleep.
Rotimi woke up before noon feeling feverish. His temperature was high and he was feeling a little dizzy. He was surprised to find the girl still in the store. She greeted him “Good morning” and he replied her weakly.
She came towards him and felt his head with the back of her palm and then she turned back to get some water from the yellow container. She poured some on a small rusty metal container and then she used her scarf which she had previously used the previous night to make a tourniquet and soaked inside the metal container and applied on his forehead. She applied it to other parts of his body and continued till he fell asleep 30 about minutes later.
When he woke up some hours later, he was feeling strong enough to get up and he sat down and looked around the room.
The young girl came and sat by Rotimi.
“I thought you would have gone,” Rotimi said.
“No, I don’t know if the riots has stopped and if I left, there would be no one left here to take care of you.”
Rotimi looked at her and didn’t say a word, their eyes met for the first time and she looked away quickly. He felt a twitch on his injured leg and moved his hands slowly towards the leg. He could see that she was sincere in her answer and was equally as scared as he was. He was full of unspoken gratitude.
“Thank you” Rotimi said to her as she turned back in surprise.
“For what?” She asked.
“For saving my life.” He said.
She didn’t reply him and she looked down shyly and played with the hems of her dress.
The air was filled with a warm silence and the room smelled of dust mixed with sweat, dried blood and fear.
“Are you a medical doctor?” Rotimi asked her and he knew that he was asking a foolish question.
“No.” She answered slowly. “I am not in the university. My uncle does not have enough money yet.”
“Ok.” He replied feeling sorry for her. He sensed a feeling of regret in her tone.
Then he continued “I’m sorry, I thought you were a medical student or a nurse with the way you’ve been taking care of me since yesterday. I am a medical student in the university.”
“Ok.” She said.
“What is your name Rotimi asked her as he moved his hands and held her soft hands.”
She was shocked at first by the question then by his hand holding hers, then she got hold of herself, relaxed and replied him “My name is Lola.”
“Lo-what? He asked again.”
“Lola,” she said slowly this time so he could hear it very well.
“What is the meaning?” Rotimi asked inquisitively.
“It means wealth.”
“Oh! That’s lovely. Rotimi replied her with a smile and some relief.
“What is your own name? She asked him.
“Rotimi.” He replied smiling and then continued, “I thought you were an Hausa girl.”
She smiled and turned to him and replied “I thought you were an Igbo boy.”
Rotimi froze with fear immediately, his heart skipped a beat and he removed his hands from hers in an instant. He saw that she didn’t notice the fear on his mind. And then he smiled once again to her halfheartedly and said that “he was from the Niger delta.”
She then continued to talk feeling more relaxed. She rested her head on his shoulders and told him that they were lucky to be alive. She told him that she didn’t understand why the northerners were quick to fight and kill at the slightest provocation all in the name of religion.
She told him that she would leave this city once she went back home. She said that her parents had died when she was little and that she’d been living with her uncle since she was ten. She said she would like to travel to Lagos and start her life afresh. She said that her old life had ended yesterday and that today was the first chapter in her new life.
He was a little bit surprised at the mood in which she spoke and how freely she was divulging her life to him, a stranger whom she had met under the most undesirable circumstances. He felt a sudden chill then a warmness all over himself.
He then took over the discussion and told her that He was the first child out of four, that his parents were still alive and that this was his first time of traveling to the north only to get caught up in the midst of a bloody ethno-religious riot.
She laughed and said that she was sorry for the unfortunate incident, but that if not for this frequent ethno-religious clashes, that the north was one of the best places to stay in Nigeria.
Rotimi hissed immediately in sarcasm and disgust and then continued “That was what Musa told me and I foolishly believed him and followed him here.” He thought about the fence he scaled yesterday, the race he ran non stop for what seemed like eternity and the eerie sound of the person being lynched outside on the street yesterday and he was filled with anger.
He wanted to tell her bluntly that if only her people had agreed to join the southeastern region to pull out of this useless Union of a country during the civil war, that all this killings and atrocities wouldn’t have happened in the past and now, but he hesitated after a while.
He didn’t want to complicate issues further, he wanted to remain on the good side of Lola because he knew that he wasn’t fully safe and that He still didn’t know how to get away from here not to talk of finding his way home. He would be foolish to throw all that away because he was angry. He concluded that since he was still alive, then he should count himself lucky and look forward to tomorrow…to the future
They continued to talk at length and discussed several issues freely and honestly. Rotimi told her that he had left his bag and all his money when he ran away and that he didn’t know how he was going to travel back to school. He had also told her that he was heartbroken from a failed relationship.
She in turn told him that she hadn’t known what it felt to be with a man and that her uncle was planning to marry her off to one rich Alhaji as his fourth wife by the end of the year.
Rotimi wondered, if she was as excited as he was in their discussion. He sensed that Lola had been looking for a way to get all this burden and emotions out all her life and he felt some sort of pity for her. He wondered if she had ever had any one to listen to her. Maybe all her life she had been searching for someone to listen to her.
He too hadn’t had that privilege of pouring out himself to someone. He was surprised at the emotional tension building up between them, how often their eyes met and held each other’s gaze as they discussed, the way she smiled at everything.
The light trickling in from the hole in the ceiling was getting dark and he wondered and feared what had happened to his friend and the extent of what had happened out there.
Rotimi yawned heavily and stretched out his arms and exclaimed “I’m am very hungry.”
Lola took a look at him, and told him that she was sorry, but that they would have to wait till the next morning before they went outside.
She then smiled and said that “if he was very very hungry, then he could have her for dinner.”
Rotimi eyes opened wider in surprise and then he understood the joke. He shook his head and said “No! No! No! Laughing. I’m not that hungry yet.”
Then he thought in his mind that Lola was the most intriguing woman he had ever met. She was a beautiful girl too, and his savior. If it ever got to that unlikely point of having someone for dinner, it would be the yeye Sharon and not this lovely Lola.
Rotimi asked Lola impulsively “What is your favorite color?”
“It’s blue, she replied. What about you?”
“Hmmm! I don’t really have a favorite color, but ehmmm! I think I’ll chose oxblood.”
“Why oxblood?” Lola asked.
“When I remember the color of the dried blood on my leg, I want to remember you.”
The night quickly drifted away and both Rotimi and Lola had both been immersed in a new and separate world, free of fear and danger. A world filled with laughter, passion, uncommon intimacy and a bright hope. He hadn’t even thought about his family again or the harrowing experience he had witnessed only just yesterday.
He had never felt so safe and secure, even in the face of frightening danger. He felt he was in a dream and that he was in heaven.
The night was cold and they had cuddled up together on some makeshift carton they arranged on the floor and shared the bliss of their newfound warmth, passion and togetherness. He was certain that Lola had fallen for him and that he too had found something pure and valuable, a raw diamond.
He slept off peacefully into another world. The boundaries of realities between both worlds became blurred and he saw himself going to and fro across both.
***
Rotimi saw himself standing in a garden filled with blue rose flowers and green carpet grass. He turned his back and saw a figure standing some distance away from him.
He walked closer and discovered that it was a woman. He couldn’t see the face clearly because of the bright light that shone from her face. When he got very close, he recognized the smile, the scarf and the face. It was Lola.
She smiled back at him and he embraced her in a tight hug. He felt the now familiar warmth of her supple skin as he caressed it smoothly with his hands. He was filled with pure passion and Lola was leading him to the floor. He tasted her strawberry lips and kissed them till they were pink.
His hands moved to her full breasts, and he fondled them gently with such dexterity and he heard her moan softly from pleasure. He squeezed her oranges and licked the juices with his tongue. The pressure in his loins was building up greatly and Lola was opening up herself for him to penetrate on her own volition.
The moans increased for both Lola and himself as he carefully entered her and began thrusting his passion delicately inside of her. Gliding slowly back and forth, He felt the inner warmth of her moist thighs and the pleasure for both of them was immense.
As the thrusts increased and went deeper, the pressure in his loins got to the brim, and there was a sudden explosion of pure ecstasy. Then it was followed by a sporadic release of euphoria and then everything became white, as the last drops of his passion flowed into her.
They looked at each other as they cuddled together on the grass and smiled in consonance of having shared something so pure, a heavenly bliss.
She then kissed him on the forehead and he fell asleep again into a subconsciously familiar world…