'Twas Da Boy Next Door

by Celine
(Nairobi, Kenya )

Ok, it was a Friday evening that I met this young Mr handsome at a bus station. The boy looked good, if a gal may comment. Ok he stood my opposite and nothing seemed to change only realizations and admiration seemed to occur, our eyes seemed to be talking and our lips, curving smiles. He came to where I was standing. Looking at me, I smiled and he smiled back. After a few minutes, I realised the soft grip of his left hand. We looked at each other and a smile passed our faces. Nothing seemed to happen. I boarded a bus to my place and before I took a seat, I peeked out the window to say good bye but a didn't see the boy.

I couldn't help dreaming about the guy. One day as I was leaning on a balcony at my home, I saw the same boy. I rushed down stairs. "Ever watched a movie entittled THE GAL NEXT DOOR? DO YOU LOVE IT?" was all he said and walked away before I could reply. In the evening, we met again and I repeated the words he had told me before "ever watched a movie entitled THE BOY NEXT DOOR? Do you love it? and I walked away before he could say a thing. I think those were the only words we could use to say "I love you."