Then he kicked the last paper falling down out of his way as he went past me by the door. Ok fine I was expecting that he does something but messing with my drawings was way out of my mind. How really did I forget the book? God rescue me, this is just too much for a lil-child like me. Usually I watch them leave and have this spontaneous prayer ‘Lord has mercy’ but today I let that pass. I knelt down with this heavy heart pounding on my chest. This anger building in me was becoming dangerous believe me. One by one I collected everything, some wet from the moist floor but that didn’t matter so long as the drawing is still visible, they are good to go. Now I was grabbing everything fast, the bell can ring anytime from now. Before I swallowed that ‘wiiiiiiiiiiiii’ went the sound of the bell. Ok talk about that kind of day, a very horrible day I was about to have. As if I could see Mr. Manyatsi embarrassing me in front of everyone. I grabbed the last piece and literally ran to class not minding anyone watching.
Thanks Lord the monster is not in class yet. I sat there lazily watching everyone making the last joyful noise before the teacher put them in their place. No I wasn’t watching everyone; personally I knew whom my heart was aching to see. See when you are in love the heart deny everyone else to your eyes but allow this one being to live in your lil-fairy tale world. I sat there thinking about Angelo wondering of her where about. OH speaks of the devil. I saw that pretty bug eyes sitting by the window and felt so complete. I got those tiny butterflies in my stomach and I knew that inner excitement has taken it riot. The noise was escalating fine but it wasn’t disturbing my thoughts at all. I withdrew my pencil from the side pocket and a typek paper and started sketching. Wait! Am I getting obsessed with her image?
Today I am not drawing her eyes, eyebrows, lips or anything from her face. I peeped under her desk and started with the sola of her walk mate shoe. Yes, I want all of her. I want to have the whole of her, from her head to toes. Who know what if one day I will get to draw even her belly or her nipples (wink)? Talk about dreaming high. I smiled to myself and fixed my glasses to the right position and moved to draw her bare legs. God this girl though. I put down my pencil amazed by what I was seeing. Ok the idea of beautiful is always shifting; I’ll say that once more. Did you know that beautiful is personal but also universal? I may be a secret admirer of her but even you will see the freshness that awakens the African skin theme from her legs.
Chocolate flourishing le… oh crap there comes manyatsi
