Mary My Student

Episode 4

I called at the supermarket to get some sanitary pads and some chocolate bars. I had finished my purchases and was about moving out when a hand of a young brushed against me and it sent a shock through my skin making me drop the stylish polythene bag I was holding spilling the contents in the process. He stopped beside me and squatted down and helped me pick my things and apologised softly though what happened was at no fault of his. I looked up to his face, he was smiling, he wasn’t a very handsome fellow though but his smile had wooed me without him saying a word. I stood up slowly with him still looking into his face, I had to resist the urge to kiss him right there. He said ” I’m so sorry.” again but it didn’t sound like an apology to me, it sounded seductive, hypnotic and like music to my ears. After that he left me standing there alone and disappeared into the crowd. It was when I lost him that some sense came to me. “I should have asked what his name was or should have gotten his contacts.”

I walked outside and scanned the crowd for him, but it was too late, I had lost him. I knew nothing about him apart from his smile and he didn’t volunteer anything, the only words that left his lips were” I’m so sorry.” I went home that day kicking myself. The other days saw me hover around the supermarket hoping to catch a glimpse of him, planning to right the wrongs of the previous day but I couldn’t find him so I have up.

The following week I started my new school, it was a like a slum compared to my previous school but I liked it because of the good reputation it had. I stopped at the “flame of the forest” tree in the school compound that was in bloom to admire the fallen flowers.
I then noticed a young man emerging from a car cradling an attendance book and some books in his arms, he then turned and looked towards my direction and my heart stopped beating, my head swarm like I was high on narcotics, my stomach melted and the world around me slowed to a stop. I knew him at least I knew the smile, it was the guy I met at the supermarket a month ago and he was probably a teacher in the school. I wanted to go to him and hug him tight but I couldn’t.”
At this point I didn’t need a prophet to tell me that her essay was about me.

I could remember the day that happened, and it was one boring afternoon that I decided to get some noodles. I could still remember knocking down a girl’s bag and helped her pick them up but I couldn’t remember the face as I wasn’t interested, I forgot about everything as soon as I left the supermarket.
Her essay continues ” during the lesson period he came into the class and treated English language, his words were music to my ears, I couldn’t focus on the lesson, I was drown in the sound of his voice. It was seducing me, it was arousing. I had taken the front seat hoping he would notice me but he didn’t. I was so frustrated when he finished his lesson and left without saying a word with me every day of his lessons were torture to me, as I long to touch and kiss him on the lips.”