Love, Hope and Chance

LOVE, HOPE AND CHANCE

Vee liked the way Enwongo tasted on her tongue.
She sometimes savoured the name and swallowed it like a ball of garri over an imaginary soup.

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That day, a hot Tuesday afternoon.

The sun flaunted its splendour like a peacock, dear, tender and hard.
Vee was on a date at Kilimanjaro, A restaurant.

She had met her date on Facebook and they had agreed to sit out.

She had not entirely agreed, she was pressured into agreeing by her friends who wouldn't stop calling her a snub.

The truth was, she never considered herself appealing or worth any man's second stare, but to others, she was just the silent, arrogant and annoying snub.
Welcome to the world where people think whatever they see is right, such is life, my life vee said to herself.

Well, for the first time she was right about herself.
The small sized man with a big bald head walked into the eatery scanning through to find Vee.
Vee saw his face-- the round shaped face like a football; marked by a pink lower lip, a set of bushy brows and a little nose pinned at the middle-- the face on his profile picture.

"That is him", she said to herself. "Oh, my God!" She exclaimed sizing him up and thinking of a million things.
She picked her purple bag and dashed to the rest room at a corner not far from where she sat only to reemerge after inhaling and exhaling deeply three times and reciting "Our father... "

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Her date introduced himself as Richard.
Over the order of Farm fresh yoghurt and grilled chicken spiced with chillies, a pet coke, a pack of vanilla juice and two plates of fried rice both garnished with salad; Richard went on and on about himself.

Vee was bored. That was when she turned and saw Enwongo walk in through the door.

Enwongo was a young man in his mid twenties with so much dreams in his eyes.
He had good physical looks but his financial stance was inversely proportional to his height. But because you can't know how deep a man's pocket is by merely looking at his trousers, it never crossed Vee's mind that the tall handsome gentleman man who made eye contact with her was a staff on duty who had come early to work.
Enwongo worked as a security guard at the eatery Richard took her to.

Something in her began to kick, her imagination ran wild; before she knew what was happening, she had got up, collided with Enwongo, hugged him with a stain on his shirt and was back on her seat. How so?

When it came to imagery, Vee was a pro, she went on this escapade whilst her date kept going on and on, speaking to just her flesh.
"So, what about you?"

Richard asked touching Vee's hand. She startled. "So, what about you?" Vee returned looking confused. "You mean you haven't been listening to me?"
Richard was boiling. "You mean you haven't been noticing that I haven't been listening to you?" Vee said indifferently.

Richard exploded. "Unbelievable! I knew you were thrash from the start, nothing but thrash!

Damn! I can't believe I threw my pearls before your kind of swine!"
It is not abnormal for security guards to Interfere in issues like this in an eatery but Enwongo knew this was a chance he had to take.
He rushed to the scene quickly.
Being a smart one, in that fracas, he slipped a paper into Vee's purse and walked back to the security rumble, you bet she called him and oh, Vee had never felt more complete in her life.
Enwongo fixed the puzzle, he brought back her lost hope, he gave her a lift into love. She basked in the euphoria of the overwhelming splendour.

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Vee had always read about love in books but she finally found it in the arms of a security guard with nothing but dreams. Dreams she believed in. Dreams she helped him achieve

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Love bears no bias. It is free, it is wild. But yet it burns,