Full circle

Silent Music

The road was incredibly quiet, very few vehicles drove by. Only one vehicle, a lovely blue Mercedes sedan had out sped us. When it went by me, I had the urge to stop on the accelerator to catch up. I always loved to do that, to compete on the highway with a better-looking sedan. I love Sedan. It appealed to me more than an SUV, more so when it is a gorgeous E class Mercedes. The movement of the car brought goose pimples to my arms. It was tinted, Stylish and Balanced.

There was something familiar about this particular car, it almost drove me off the road. The driver was aggressive, too aggressive for someone driving a gorgeous car. I tried to recollect any memory of the beauty, but I couldn't. Even when I was in my car with the power windows up, I could still smell the blue metallic hue, it was unmistakable. Light gleamed on the body of the speed screaming beauty. I was lost for a moment. I certainly knew that car from somewhere, but my memory failed me. The silhouette of the driver felt oddly familiar too. 

I was still relieving the thought of the German made beauty and the familiarity of the driver when her horn brought me back to the road.

What is going on with you...? I heard Tayo scream from her lowered window.

Were you by any chance sleeping? she continued to pry. 'The driver of that car almost ran you off the road like you too have an ass to grind?'

Please Park, I need to be sure that you are fit to drive, she commanded.

Apparently, in my revelry, I had not taken notice of the other car's misdemeanor. Who swerves a Mercedes carelessly like that. Maybe it was alcohol, whatever it was, Tayo wasn't about to take any chances, so we parked by the roadside, in the death of the night. Just the two of us, our cars, and the tinkle stars right above us.

It was 11pm Monday, February 11, 2009.

We leaned on the bonnet of her car, side by side.

It was dead quiet.

My left hand found its way behind her back, into her side and rested on her belly, right under her blouse. My middle finger found her belly button, it felt like a play station knob, but soft and delicately sensuous. I noticed her temperature rising as we stayed there, no one uttering a word. The quiet was loud. Even the road felt it, I noticed as the wind on the road danced with the dust left by cars. I looked to both ends of the road, as far as my eyes could see, it was stark. It was like the Christian rapture had taken place, but it was peaceful.

Tayo started talking about us.

It was like she was reading out of a playbook she had been working on for years. She described me, taunted me, painted me. Painted us in tomorrow that she longed for. She spoke about our possible fights to come. How she would make sure we didn't go to bed on the back of a fight. She spoke about our children. She wanted a boy first; Joe junior, she prayed he would be my replica, he would substitute for me when I was away or emotionally unavailable to hold her. She spoke about the years she had been waiting and hoping that I would talk to her. She spoke about all the dresses she had bought, all tailored to look good for me. How she had watched me try to summon up the courage to walk up to her and always failed at the last minute. She blushed as she remembered the last time I tried. She laughed and asked me why I was so able to get so many women around me but found it difficult to walk up to her for so many years. She narrated how she had planned to move from her residence but only stayed, because she was waiting for me. She wore a bewitching smile on her face as she spoke.

She spoke about Ahmed, her loyal gateman for years. How he always told her that I often stared at her sexually when she walked past me on the street. Ahmed never stopped talking about my habit of looking at her rotund behind, she went on. She mentioned how she always looked forward to his tales about my infatuation with her walk around the hood. How every evening she got home, she would be hoping that I had finally found the courage to ask her out or at least knock on the gate.