Fall to Rise

Six

The well chizelled facial completion and potruding abbs were an air breath taking sight. He also had pitch dark as ebony, curly hair. It was well shaven at the sides to a freshly cut nice hair cut, a clear definition of a rich masterpiece.

An admirable height, tall with long hands. And his posture, when he stood signalled a neat wealthy young man in his mid-twenties of a nice mixed race especially portraying on the cloths he was clad in.

I studied his entire physic as he stood turning his back on me. I could imagine how my hands could work wonders rubbing his neck, giving him exquisite body massage across his back, then down to his torso.

Omg stop!! Self away of my horrible thoughts.

How shameful, I hadn't even ever been that exposed to a man before, my entire life.

That was intense.

"Satisfied with what you see?" he remarked my creepy conscience, gracing me with his full attention.

I clearly observed how his lips curved with a dimple at his left cheek when he talked. It almost looked like a sneer or probably a smile. Was this man ever serious in his life if he always has to show happiness every other time.

"Aaarh," deadpanned and slightly guilty.

I was in loss for words as he moved much more closer. Even just his shadow was enough to make my heart palpate like vigorous thunderstorms and shrink back to ashes.

He moved much more closer and sat on what previously looked to be a log but now was neatly cleared off debris or off any sharp edges.

So I couldn't fathom staring at him anymore.

Blushing or rather shy. What shy me!

Never been the shy type my entire life.

We then made slight eye contact before I pivoted my face back down in an instant. But I couldnt fail to observe his big sleepy or dreamy brown eyes with tingly eyebrows.

He depicted an ora that made him seem one of authority and intelligence.

The fine neat hair cut.

Well polished clothing. Thinking of, I don't remember my father ever wearing any neat polished clothing at any one point in life except when I was little when he was graced with an invitation to the city, to pay a visit to Kaffo Reinard about men matters. Probably about my marriage crisis.

He was also clad in very strong canvas. I've seen the same kind with Lue, his only pair of shoes.

A belt, omg! in this bush.

To add on, he had a nice odour around him.

If I we're any artistic skilled, he'd be my very first painting.

"Your done ogling?" how rude, he beckoned. " You stared like for ever, so what do you see?" continuing.

He was probably used to this constant demeanor from women all the time of day, the gwaking, stares and nice compliments. I guess women could go as far as stripping down for him if need be just to show abit of interest.

First, all he had to do was smile and women would fall to a daze. Good thing he was a smiley type of guy.

Second his hair,the strands ran down to his face and he brashed it off with his hand. It was simply a cute view. His ebony hair was jelly kind, he was definitely of mixed race.

On the other hand, me having long attractive hair and a very light coconut skin was a unique feature I inherited from mother who is said to have an Ethiopian ancestry but my hair was the brown kind in comparison to this stranger.

When I was little, my friends used to scold me for having hair that grows faster than a Lion's mane, did I know even what that meant at the time. So constantly, I'd request mother to shave it off until when I clocked the teen ages is when I began noticing its uniqueness.

With that, I began giving much more care on my feminine looks until men began making displeasing comments that I began covering it with a large handkerchief even as per now. This attempt made me feel less noticeable day in, day out.

But if only this stranger could be mine and none other, my misconception of all men in Akwolle could change.

But in my community, this was needless, any man had a pick on any woman he desired without excuses.

We we're groomed to please our men as long as he called you his wife.