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Love Struck – Chapter Seven


   It was Friday morning, I braced myself as I went to school. I was extremely scared for no reason. I saw her, we greeted each other. Whilst we received lectures, I couldn’t help myself, I was catching glimpses of her repeatedly. I know she would have noticed, ’cause she just kept smiling.
Eventually  lectures were over and she was leaving the class. I quickly packed my books in my bag and ran after her.
“Hey! Paula!” I yelled, just to get her attention. She was walking with her friends but when she looked back, they kept walking away. So I presumed she told them that she’d catch up with them later.

“Hey, Daniel, what’s up?”
“Nothing much really…. Um, I was just wondering…….. If you’d like to……… Um, eat at the cafeteria.”
“Of course. Why are you acting weird today?” she chuckled.

  I wanted to ask her, really. But I was scared, mostly of rejection. I made a fool of myself. While, we were eating on the same table, I thought about trying again. ‘This is the perfect time,’ I said to myself.

“You seem to be enjoying your meal,” I said.
“Yeah, obviously,” she replied, looking at me in a weird manner.
“So there’s this Nigerian movie – A trip to Jamaica.”
“Yeah,I’ve been wanting to watch it”
“Well, it’s so happens that continental cinemas is showing it this night.”
“Unbelievable!” she screamed.
“I was hoping and also wondering…… If you’d like to go with me this night to watch the movie.”
“Are you serious? Like for real?”
“Do I look like I’m joking!?” I asked in a puzzled manner.
“Yeah, I’d love to,” she replied.
“Okay, it’s a date,” I said gladly.

  She looked at me with both eyebrows bent.
“I mean like a date date not a date date.”
“You said it, not me” she smiled.
I felt this peace within me, as though someone poured water on a burning soul. How relieved I was, I’d gotten it off my chest. I got home later that day and met John at home. He smirked as he opened the door for me.

“What’s up? You did it?” he asked.
“Well, she said yes.”
“Finally!” he exclaimed.
“Honestly, you need help. I need to change my clothes, where’s your perfume?”
“Just because you wanna go see a movie? Didn’t you say…….dress to express not impress?”
“You don’t use my own words against me,” I said.

Written by Praise Osawaru
Instagram @wordsmithpraise.

About Praise

Praise Osawaru is a writer, (performance) poet, content developer and entrepreneur-in-training. His works have appeared/forthcoming in African Writer, Black Youth, Kreative Diadem, Ngiga Review, Nantygreens, SprinNG, Praxis Magazine and Writers Space Africa. He was longlisted for African Writers Award 2019 and Shortlisted for The Zi Prize 2019. He enjoys reading books, listening to good music, and binge-watching series on Netflix when he isn't over-worrying about University life. Say hello on Instagram/Twitter: @wordsmithpraise

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