#5DaysToVals Contest Entry by Adeleke Adekunle
February 14th was usually the day I hated most in my life. It was the day I lost my wife, Anita. She died in a motor accident while coming home on that fateful day, eight years ago. Since then every other valentine day had been a very bad one for me until just yesterday. I met Anna on my way from a business meeting , she was elegant and stood with poise on the roadside waiting for a mechanic to come and repair her car.
I was so intrigued by her resemblance with my wife that I had to park my car in order to meet her. I got down and walked towards her gesturing my hands in a friendly manner. She was really beautiful , average height and plaited her rich black hair in a traditional way. Her skin was well toned and it glowed under the Saturday sun. She spoke back at me, gesturing her hand to recieve my impending handshake. She responded to my greetings in a gracious manner and told me her name and that she was a poet. This made me more interested in her, not only was she beautiful but also well mannered and most of all was a poet like my wife. While shaking her, I noticed she had no ring on her finger and this prompted me to offer a ride since she told me she had to go for a meeting which she was already late for. She locked her car and entered my car.
Our successive discussion in the car made me realize how much we had in common and how she just recovered from a severe break up and wasnt ready for any relationship.We later shared our love for poetry and just then she told me she had gotten to her destination. I stopped the car, we exchanged numbers and I went on my way thinking of when next I would see this new light at the possible end of a dark tunnel of loneliness of eight years.
It was in my second year of marriage when I lost my wife. My friends and family begged me to marry another wife. But not until now did I really feel the need to have a loving companion, afterall i was only in my mid thirties. Several days passed , I decided to write Anna a poem since we bought shared the passion of poetry and maybe she would reply the poems for she hasn’t responded to my calls.
The poem read;
“Even the darkest cloud has a silver lining
My love like the sun for it’s ever-shining
Knowing you brought me green grace and a purple hart
More melodies to my heart, keys on the Mozart
I was spiralling in a tunnel of darkness until you made me sober
Making me a complete ten, a cast from October
All these I once felt mournfully, shattered tears , acted scornfully
Now I feel whole -not shamefully, tears dried , none wastefully
Your presence is a new start for a new life
A grace from above , all that is right and knows no strife
For with you , I see a brighter day and an open door
All filled with joy, love , far beyond and evermore”.
I printed the poem out and sent it to her via email which I had gotten from the business card she had given me earlier. I didn’t want to go and look for her so I wouldn’t feel desperate. And I waited for her reply. I waited in absolution and hoped she felt exactly what I felt for her.
Two weeks passed, and I finally got a message on my email , which read ;
“Love is one word with too many definitions
Something that is more than verbal descriptions
How are you sure that is what you feel ?
If not ? , How should i still remain on my heel ?
All these questions will remain unanswered
Unless you know about all the feelings you have gathered
I would love to give love a chance , and hope in advance
That you would soon take love’s place ,and lead on a romance.
Her words were confusing but all in all I knew she was willing to give me a chance at love. What else can I say but hope for love, actually