Because I am a hopeless romantic
It was a casual evening when I first saw him. I was heading to church -Evening Mass. I was hurrying down the staircase when our eyes locked and it made my heart skip a beat. We walked past each other when our eyes met as I descended and he ascended the stairs of Lady Ibiam Hostel.
I have never felt anything so intense, he was light-skinned and with a slim handsome face. My heart throbbed loudly as his gaze pierced through me on the staircase of my all-female dorm.
I thought I hastened my pace pretending not to notice him when his voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Hello, Please wait”
We stared at each other as he stepped back towards me breaking into this gorgeous smile and asked
“What’s your name?” Chioma I answered smiling back.
He wore a white Kaftan flattering his slim frame. It was a Sunday and most people dressed festively but casually.
I was dressed simply- a church girl wearing a long skirt and a body top that accentuated my curves. My hair was tied with a scarf and with a hurried made-up face, I did not expect to be noticed.
But here he was, our eyes locked into each other, while passers-by hurried past us on the busy…
