I Smile

He was putting on my faded army-color pants

With a ash-colored T-shirt and a simple pair of slippers.

The side bottom of the slippers was chopped off.

He walked tall!

He was bouncing.

Old-school boy.

..outdated youngy, he thought..

I smiled.


His 3inches long hair was well-combed

Standing straight like a fertilized young guinea-corn plant

Black like a beautiful African Queen.

Some brownish set of his hair strands appeared in the middle

He thought it a trending style!


He was a beautiful president Obasanjo to behold.

It took him an hour to get that appearance

And it worked.

On his way, he caught eyes, many eyes for a fact!

Admiration? Nah!

But he was aware! He knew.

Many laughed,

Others wondered,

Some were confused...like he was.

His granny, if alive, would have been a guy

To give him a marvelous smile!

Somehow, he felt his granny's dimple cheeks

Billowing that sweet smile!

He smiled.


It was that moment he turned

And there she stood

O.h. m.y. G.o.d.

Damn! ‘Omni-angel’ his mouth screamed

It was whispers

His eyes were disordered in its socket

Fixed to that one standing soul!

Who alone seems to exist in the planet


She looked at him now

He was lost!

Confused…lost!

A moron!

Why?
I wondered…

He wanted to move

He tripped off
His slippers made issues worse

The bottom gave way to the top

He tried smiling

He succeeded in frowning..

He picked up the pieces, looked up…
She was there!

Staring..

She smiled now...at him

*jeez*

He was doomed.


Had I known, I could have put on a better slippers.

He thought.


With the pieces on his palm,

His right foot bare on the ground,

Girlishly, he waved.

She waved back... sweetly, lovingly..

Smiles...


He responded broadly... she gave a soft laugh.

*wow*


He closed his eyes..

Maybe it took him hours..


When I opened my eyes,

I was staring into my in-room

Half-human-sized-mirror.

My comb held into my low-cut good-looking hair

I was in my black top,

Well toke into my white pants.

I thought I was dreaming...

Combing my hair, then a dream...

A reverie...

I pinched myself, I was real!


I smiled and took my folder.

Office, here I come…

My day has got to be smiles.

I smiled!


Now, I smile..