Me as Nefertiti, and the rest was history

Themis

When Leonardo Da Vinci depicted Mona Lisa, he may have happen to augur that it would be scrutinized as they dissect it and be passed on from generations to generations with different elucidations. One thing that enchants people with that masterpiece, was her smile. For almost twenty seven years of my life, may it be in pictures, in public places alone, I never smile. I smile often and smile only to those whom I know. Until someone slowly and passionately carved it into my face.

"We the sovereign..."

Then the classroom door squeaked, only to see a man lousily dressed in his white polo sleeved shirt and grey trousers sheepishly entered the room. I looked at him from head to toe and did not mind him anymore, I am engaged in memorizing such idiotic phrase of a law that literally means nothing much, but just simple introduction, a means of showing power and promise of void.

As I continue, writing on the board as I utter those words, someone with a deep, manly voice spoke a few words, then when I turned my head back, it was him, the same lousy person I saw who entered the room.

"Wow, he has a nice voice and a fine command of the words"

I said to myself, drowning myself to what he is talking about and totally forgetting my assignment. Instead of writing the preamble as I listen to this amazing stranger, I opted to draw figures instead, because I have tendencies to write whatever it is that I am hearing. It went by for thirty minutes or so that he is talking and me sillily drawing bears out of circles on the board and listening to him.

With all my creative juices all dried up, I decided to take a seat, soon after I withdraw myself from the board and silliness,

"Oh, I wanted to, but then I can't, because I have to study" our class president blurted out.

I wasn't able to hang on their last topic but all I hear now is the phrase, "no, I can't."

Seemingly dissatisfied by my classmates' passive answers he asked,
"Are there other officers in your class room?"

"Her" our pathetic president pointing at me "she's our treasurer".

I stood up from the chair and offer my hand, "Danielle, and you?"

"Paul, or you can call me Pope"

well now that explain who he is, a man lousily dressed, who looks like a boring companion but a great speaker.

As he continued "Do you like to join my party li--"

Yes!" not letting him finish his sentence.

"not the party that you are --" again,

Yeah I know, party list for this year's election, I'm in!"

his eyes and face painted with shock, he asked me "How did you know?"

"I was listening a while ago." Alas, someone said yes to him, and at the end of our conversation, was the start of an astonishing chapter of my life.

"Fire flies"

as his eyes gazed at me with kindness and his soft hands gently stroke my face. Wrinkled brows and thoughts, bewildered by that tender, simple and familiar word, I was about to ask what he meant by that when,

"have you seen one?" He asked me,

"yes, I've seen one" and I literally mean one, or a single fire fly.

I was nine years old then at that time, so young and curious and glazed with innocence. I was so enthralled to finish a new prose and unfortunately suffering from a writer's block which is very unlikely for my age to be out and wondering at the stars at night under the mango tree and thinking what's behind that blue-black clouds, instead of watching cartoons or anything shown on a television set or should I say an idiot box? when I happen to see a star plummeting from the skies and made a wish on it only to find out it did not fall from the skies instead it was as if floating. I gazed at it perpetually, scared that it might be some ethereal being I cried for my dad. Running outside, gasping for some air my dad was there to rescue me from a being usually called firefly, but it was all by itself wandering and giving me and my dad a fright and good laugh after.