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    Mhiz Lilygold
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    You dnt need to fear just make her understand u

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    Hmmmm…. Next…. Camilia easy gal…. Wat if he no c-m dat day…. U go die?

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    You have to bear it, it’s your cross

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    Hmmm anoda swt 1 don land

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    Nah your palava make you carry am

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    LIGHT A FIRE Episode 5

    Camilla entered her room with a tray of food and I drifted away from my thoughts. She was looking very provocative in her clothes. “Hello baby, here is the food I prepared for you,” she said setting the tray on a side stool. She was her usual self once again. That smile which made my heart palpitate often was on her face. There was no song playing nearby but she was dancing. I knew the song was in her heart. “Thank you so much baby. I didn’t know you would take the pain to cook for me,” I thanked her. “Open the plate baby,” she goaded me. Her eyes were bright with excitement. Whatever was in that plate could take my breath away, I guessed.
    Slowly I lifted the lid of the plate and my hand got suspended in the air. The aroma of the delicacy in that plate hit my nose and left me salivating as my taste buds came alive. “What is this, baby?” I asked, almost drooling on the food. “That is Beef Goulash and white rice,” she replied. I managed to drop the plate lid and picked the spoon and fork on the tray. I was too hungry to try to show any table manners. So, I dropped the fork and dug the spoon into the food. “Not so fast, baby. You have not thanked God for the food and neither have you taken water. You said you were thirsty, right?” I nodded a ‘yes’. The aroma of the food had left my vocal organs immobile.

    She stooped, poured out some water into the cup in my tray and slowly fed it to me. “Drink some water before eating, my love,” she said. I gulped the cup of water and turned my attention back to the food. I had always taken pride in my mother’s cooking, but Camilla was in another class. “Hmmm. This is good food. Where did you learn to make this?” I asked with the food in my mouth. You should have seen Camilla. She was literally glowing. “You like it?” she asked, hardly breathing well. “I love it!” She held her face with both hands. “Come here,” I said, tapping my left hand on my left thigh. Like a child, she hopped on my thigh and put her right hand around me. I tried feeding her, but she nodded a ‘no’ and said, “I want to eat from the one in your mouth.”
    I was more than happy to oblige her. I scooped a full spoon into my mouth, munched it a bit and turned my lips toward her. Like baby eagles, she kissed it all away from me. By the time I was done eating, I was sure Camilla was the one for me. “Where have you been all these years I searched for love like a street orphan?” I asked. “That is the same question I have been asking myself since last night,” she replied. “I don’t feel like going home.” “You aren’t going home Dennis. At least not yet. We have to go see your grandpa. If you were in his shoes, I bet he would have gone to see you.” Her words made me feel a bit guilty. She was right. If I was sick, my grandpa would have long visited me, praying by my bedside. “God! How did I forget? I have to go to the hospital now Camilla,” I said rising to me feet. “But I want to go with you baby…call your sisters and find out if they are still at the hospital. I would like to bring them some food.”
    I could not believe she said that. Her caring nature was already seizing my heart much more than her beauty had. I rang up Andre my sister, “Hello Andre, Are you all still at the hospital?” “Yes. Where have you been? Grandma has been asking after you,” replied Andre. “I am coming. Have you all had something to eat?” “Just junk. Why did you ask? Do you want to buy us food?” “I want to bring some food…” “Yeah! Kimi! Maria! Dennis is bringing some food!” Andre shouted in excitement. I heard my mother ask in the background, “Did you just say Dennis bringing food to us?” “He will buy it,” replied Maria. My sisters were my first girlfriends and I was their first boyfriend. We were so close that my father feared that there might be more to our closeness. His fear was baseless. We were just close and shared secrets. In fact, there was no secret between us…except that they did not know Camilla slept in my room the previous night.

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    “Baby, my sisters like the idea of my bringing food to them.” “I heard Andre’s voice. I will package the food on our way out,” she said peeling off her clothes as she went in search of what to wear in her wardrobe. The sight of her standing before me without clothes on left me breathing hard. She must have picked up my thoughts like she said she could. She swung around and asked, “You don’t like my being naked before you, right?” “It messes up my head. I will wait for you downstairs,” I said, standing to my feet. “I am sorry about that baby. I don’t know how to love. I give everything with all my heart at once. Please don’t leave my room,” she pleaded with me. “Okay, I won’t leave, but can you cover your body while you look for what to wear?” “Okay.” She took a piece of cloth on the bed and wrapped it around her body. It was a see through shawl. It did very little in keeping my eyes away from her naked body. I had to fish out my phone to read a story on BBC science.
    I struggled to concentrate while she dressed up. With all the strength in me, I tried to find interest in the article, Take the test: Do I care too much what people think of me?In-between my distracted reading, I stole peeks at her. She was happy, completely oblivious of my struggles. When she was done, she stood before me and asked, “How do I look? I don’t have the time to wear makeup.” “You look much better without any makeups on your face,” I observed. She smiled and looked away. I wasn’t flattering her. My observation was true. When she looked my way again, her face was red; she was blushing. “So I can follow you to the hospital the way I look?” “Yes, my love. You look great the way you are. Don’t do more. You just might break necks on the road, mine included.”
    Her eyes moistened and she ambled toward me. I stood up and took her in my arms. We held each for a few minutes. I heard her sniff a couple of times and so I pulled away from her embrace and looked at her face. She was crying. “Why are you crying, baby?” She wiped off her tears hurriedly and tried to leave the room. I pulled her back and pleaded, “Tell me love, why are you crying?” “My heart is racing fast. I don’t know how to love. I don’t know what I will do if this doesn’t work out between us.” “Stop crying. It is going to work out between us. We will give it our best shot. Can I get that smile again?”
    She smiled at me and then raised her palms for a hi-five. I responded like a basketball player and yelled, “Yeah! That’s the spirit! We will go down fighting to make sure this love works out between us.” “I love that!” she yelled in my face, making sure our lips brushed together. “Let’s go baby, I am ready now,” she said, leading me out of her room. She stopped and went back for the tray of food. Downstairs, she didn’t waste time to pack the food for my and mom.
    I had no clue how my mom would react when I introduce Camilla to her as my new girlfriend. I had never introduced any of my girlfriends in the past to her. She knew about them but did not see any one of them. I knew my sisters would praise my taste when they see Camilla. Already I had heard them talking about girls with great shapes and Camilla was in that category. While I pondered their different reactions, Camilla’s perfume wafted into my nose and a thought flashed through my mind, “Mom is going to recognize the perfume from my room!” My head swooned and my palms became sweaty. There was no way I could tell Camilla to stay back. I knew my mom; she would certainly recall that Camilla’s perfume was the very one she perceived in my room earlier that day. “You look spaced out. What are you thinking?” Camilla asked me as we headed out of their house. “You can read minds, how come you don’t know what I am thinking now?” I teased her.
    She studied my face for a moment and observed, “I see fear in your eyes. Are you afraid of what your sisters might say about me?” “No. They will fall in love with your shape the moment they see you.” She stopped and inhaled heavy gulps of breath. “You know how to use words. My head is spinning,” she said. “I am glad my words mean much to you,” I said, happy that she did not figure out my fear. Nonetheless the fear plagued my mind. I knew I would be in trouble if my mom were to figure out that Camilla was the one in my room last night. She would shut down the relationship and report me to my dad. God, what do I do?

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