Isaac's POV
The school yard was empty. Everyone probably home with their families making plans for tomorrow and the usual things people did with their families on weekends.
I got to the school park which was equally empty. The evening sun was showing of her golden purplish colour creating a spectacular view in the heavens. Looking up at my watch it was almost 6:00pm. A certain wave of nostalgia hit me . So hard that I couldn't help but allow myself fall into the grass that gave our school something to boast of. Once again it's Friday, and my body stops becoming mine but an art for lewd men and women to enjoy. Ha. As if I'd survive should my life be like that of those kids in the slums. I should be grateful that I have a nice home to return to every now and then. A home where I don't queue to bath or use the loo, a place to decorate as I want without having to deal with sharing my space with numerous siblings,a place that has proper ventilation, a place where I get to watch the various tv networks and won't have to go to provision shops and join a large crowd just to get a glimpse of a my favourite telenovela. A thing about life is that everything comes with a cost,it all depends on how much you are willing to risk to have a place in existing. My cost was simple, become a boy toy. Don't be quick to judge me , you have no idea of how I had to fight my way to a certain level. Bestie always says to fight, better have a roof over your head and cry than sleep outside of kiosk through the May/June rains alone and afraid. I will always choose to have money than go back to the cruel life bestie and I had to endure for 12 years. In order to escape all those times I'd endure being lusted after by both genders, I'll endure people calling me names. I'll endure the fact that the people of faith believe there is no room for salvation for bestie and I.
A drop of rain brought me out of my thoughts. The winds were howling tunes to the trees causing them to swing with the rhythm of the wind. How did the warm weather change to dark clouds in no time. That's a mystery of the one up there, you will never know his next move. It's always a surprise.'' I knew you'd be here''. An angelic voice called out to me. Come on . Get up before it intensifies. Hey! She said again with a smile on her face. She wasn't mad I had delayed once again. I couldn't identify any frown or annoyance. She was just happy to see me. An angel whom I don't deserve,an angel who lost her way to heaven and the world devoured her yet she never lost her charm,her desire to live , her determination to find her way home one day. That's my mother,my angel and most importantly my bestie. Come on here, let's get rained on. Not today Ike. It's already... 6:34pm I finished for her. They need us, we have enough time to spare and since they need us they can't dispose us off just like that. Taking her stretched hand,I pulled her into the grass. She falls beside me . Happy now? She turns to look at me. Yes . I replied nestling inside the nook of her neck. It's okay,if you don't want to go tonight or Saturday or Sunday or another weekend. I'm going, you don't have to worry about me . I'm a big guy now, remember. Oh look at you. She said sitting up. I did same.we sat facing each other. It was drizzling so lightly. My grown man who looks like a princess. My Isaac. Before she could pull me into her ,the light drizzle turned into monstrous rain drops. Now that's our cue to leave. Picking up my bag with my hands intertwined with hers we raced through the park as it rained on us . In that moment I felt happy, happy that despite not being part of the book of lucky kids , the big man up there gave me her. We got to the main road with mom waving a taxi to a halt. Get in bestie. She said opening the door for me.
Once we were inside, mom brought over a change of clothes and asked me to take of my clothes right in the hallway. I'm your mother son, just take it off. Why do you get to change inside but I don't. That's because I'm the adult. Hurry,you are getting my persian rug wet . After several groans I gave in. She left with my wet uniform leaving me to wonder into the living. I stopped to admire the lush white sofa set with a glass table in the middle holding the remote and a vase with fresh red roses. The living room smelt heavenly. I walked to the fully furnished kitchen and opened the double door fridge and picked up the fruit salad. I made myself comfortable at the dinning table and enjoyed my wholesome meal. This is life . I'll choose this life without a second thought. 12 years ago ,all we had was a kiosk in a deprived slum here we are after all those struggles living a life all those who called us names would never dream of having.
