Sorry to tell you, dear reader that I wrote this article of mine in the night, thus what I could only think of, was my night with grandma. Such a beautiful memory grandma shared with me and my siblings, maybe it was her real story, I am yet to know for it was filled with some tragedy and much ecstasy as she went on, but emotion was in rave, emotion was so real to me for she painted out the pictures as they lived in her head.
Grandma said it all happened on the eve to two friend’s last day; what was their last day? The day they parted and never to return nor united. They both dreamt for a journey to start a new life, maybe they imagined or they assumed, this you will find out soon.
I never knew the personality portrayed in grandma’s story because she always wrapped this part up with many words, maybe she was the one. She continued her story; two strangers met at a park while journeying back to London. The airplane was not for the populace then so the classy men take the aircraft and the middlemen patronize the train. These two strangers met and became friends; the exchange of suiting words, the laughter and the jokes have created bonds between these souls. Grandma kept calling them strangers even after they became friends that lasted for a longer period of time. Grandma said I always called them strangers because that was what they were and that was what they actually became. Truly, it was a story of strangers became friends and two friends turned strangers.
A year and two years have passed between two intimately closed partners, so close beyond what words could contain, their closeness and love were what I dreamt for as grandma told the story before I knew that it all ended on the other side of the road. Should I rack my head to use the exact words that grandma used so you could see the enormity in this mystery of so-called unknown or undefined love.
The eve before their last day was when the cotton was removed, and I saw what I never saw coming. They were talking about the future when he; the guy in these strangers asked; when will we get married and she replied; is that the correct question to ask? For she was expecting a more personal question like, when will you get married? This reply put him on the sick bed if only he can recall the memory of those words. Of a truth, they never agreed to marry, though their friendship kind of outgrown that official way of approach. Unfortunately, to the poor guy, the lady was wedded after two months of this unplanned breakup.
All these happened to her and especially to the lover boy, just because the lady in question has always been jovial and fun with guys especially with a single guy, that is how she usually live her life whenever she moves to a new environment. I think the evil always come to friendly guys when a relationship isn’t defined.
HAPPY MARRIED LIFE was the last letter the lover boy sent to his friend.