I married you (part 3)

Loving can also mean that entering in dialogue with a person you do not know. The different can be race, culture or background. Hence, you need to be courageous enough to face this reality in life... Last time you shared me a story where your father was stopping you from going out with girls but I think that time as gone, by then your father had a reason but now, you are in university and you are 29. I don’t think you can’t handle a relationship.” I’m listening, “yea because if you cannot start dating now, it will be difficult when you start working to make up a good choice. On the other hand, when you are working it’s hard to know the real lover because many are the times when women comes open to you in the name of love but in reality they just follow money and material things but if you come all along with a girl, you will be able to understand her, because you have summered and wintered with her. ” I nod my head to show him I agreed with what he was saying. “In your reply just ask your friend to send you her phone number” No Marco, I answered fast, I thought of that but I don’t want to talk to her, I’m afraid to give her false hopes, maybe I will do that after seeing her... You remember that story on Striscia notizia TV programme? Striscia notizia, is a programme that comes on Italian TV channel, where they show live meetings of partners who have never seen each other before... One day they showed a man who was waiting to meet her partner on stage before cameras and later came a beautiful lady on a wheelchair... Ha ha ha Marco, laughed, “Jemas, the problem is you think too much, anyway that on striscia notiza was really funny… But did you learn that later the man married that lady?” sure!! No I did not know, “yes the man married the lady and they showed their wending on TG24hrs TV channel” Anyway, I will reply to the letter as soon as I have time.

We reached in no time at my professor’s house and we left professor’s home around 15:30hrs. Marco, left his car at the school car park so I had to escort him there. On my way back home, I found an accident just before, getting into the high way road. The Police men who were recording the cause of accident closed the road from both sides and I remained in the queue for over 30 minutes. While in the queue I started reflecting on Marco’s words. My heart was already in love with this unknown Florence. I think Marco, had a point it’s high time I took courage and get into a serious relationship. “Boyi the girl just went crazy about” I remember the words in the letter and I smiled... Later on, the police allowed the one way road and slowly-slowly we started moving until I passed. The accident happened when a car hit a bicyclist and he died on the spot, I saw the bicycle besides the road and the dead body was there covered in a blanket, while the ambulance was there as the police men were taking marks on the scene... I was filled with fear after seeing the blood on the road like that...

I reached home in no time. Oh!! My God, what a tough day, I said to myself while sitting on the chair. As I was relaxing while listening to Zambian music I started dozing. Hence, I went in room to take a nap, which I over slept and I wake-up around 18:30hrs. Fast I went through Tuesday’s work and after super I went in library to look for some books my professor indicated for my thesis. When I was studying, I failed to capture my mind and concentrate, my mind was away. Hence, I stop and went in bed early. Before, sleeping, I read the letter once more, the part I liked in that letter is where he wrote“…. Boyi, do you remember a girl by the name of Florence who sat next to you on my birthday party at my place? She is greeting you. The girl boyi just went crazy about you. Since that time she has been talking about you. She loved your personality and she describes you as a serious person...” come on, I tried to distract my mind… maybe Chishimba was just making funny of me, knowing that I’m still single; I thought. For sure I had curiosity of knowing that girl. Anyway I will ask Chishimba more about this girl in my reply. I slept while holding the letter in hands...

Weeks passed but I did not forget replying a letter to my friend, I was thinking about it but I had no time to sit down and compose him a letter. I wanted to finish first writing the first part of my thesis before Christmas. On Saturday, I decided to reply to Chishimba’s and on Tuesday I posted it: