Catalogue of Menories;DUNE PT 2

So we got into year four,life was suddenly brighter,i finally decided to grow my hair.summer that year was fantastic,came back "tusher".Dad for some reason didnt see anything wrong in us buying about five pairs of shoes for school.and trust in a pretentious school like mine,you suddenly earned baffer status or cool status.as if i cared.

left to me i would wear my brown sandals,hike my fucking socks,carry my shuttle bag and have my usual afro,gorimapa,or brother johnson haircut.

and a few baffs was thrown in too, and was i made?or was i made?

well,Miss Bibi had a party that later became a staple.she had them every year till we graduuated.

i can never forget what i wore.i mean my FIRST major party,as in Bibi was kinda cool in a way that though people hated her guts,you still wanted HER at YOUR parties.
anyway,me and her had a kind of bond.though i havent seen her in like what now?thirteen years?
hmm...how time flies.

so i wore a very short mini skirt,lacey tights(WHAT?laugh at me oh,aren't leggings/tights back?)and this black and white half shirt.(monochrome babies)
my hair?standard,pack the back and have one nonsense tonged bangs in front.
there i was thinking i looked hot.funny enough my Daddy dropped me off with his driver.and he was taking style to eye my shirt skirt.i just carried my eyes like i couldnt see.

till i walked in and Gogo was wearing almost the same thing.oh well i like her,though i was pissed,hell she was probably thinking the same thing.

party is going on great.large house,music,food.excellent.

then time to start dancing.
well i knew i looked good,but was i still sufferng from that ugly duckling syndrome?
as usual,me and my rolldog lets call her Miss Keys,(no she CANNOT sing a note)started dancing together,as girls do.just in case no guy comes to "excuse me dance".
at least we would have looked "in control" right?

then he walks in...as usual,it was like royalty holding court.he had the latest clothes,shoes shined to within an inch of its life.hair?how high can you go?with some tint in it?
fresh from "jand" of course.
everyone had missed him.
dune this,dune that.
all checking him out.

abegii he had only been gone for what?two years?why all the fuss?
i didnt even get excited,just at that point had my mind on the rice and dodo i saw being transported from one end of the room to the other.
and it looked serious...

then i will NEVER forget.

he walks up to me,says hello,i mumble hiiii...in that..okaayyyy so??what do you want kinda fashion.
and he asks me to dance.
and we danced and danced and danced and danced.
he just didnt let me go.we didn't talk much.just kept on holding ourselves and dancing and dancing.

the first song we danced to was "remember the times" by michael jackson.
i wonder does he still remember?
that song never fails to bring a tear to my eye anytime i remember it.
it reminds me of innocense,youth,days gone past.

after we were able to unglue ourselves from one another,we went to like a semi-outside kinda place and just sat,and talked.no wait..we didnt talk much.not that day.we just sat and held hands.
and smiled like two silly idiots.
but it was pure.

he tried to kiss me,i promised him one fine slap should he dare.

of course Gossip mill had started to overdrive.
the words on everyones lips.
DID YOU SEE DUNE ACTUALLY DANCE WITH CROUCHING ANGEL?
HOW FAR?
WHATS THE CONNECTION?
DOES HE LIKE HER?..more like can he like someone like "her"?

that was my first real "adult" like dance.
at a school dance,i had only ever danced with Miss Keys brother,and another grade school friend.nobody else.you can imagine dancing with those you went to grade school with.in form 2.loads of eyeing,warning and stuff like that.more playful.


so it was exciting.i was a big girl now..or so i thought.

well dune and i started something that in a funny way lasted 4 years.on and off.

and lets not be forming,but i'm talking sometime back here,where the thought of having a boyfriend was enough to send mumsys into the cardiac ward.nowadays i laugh when i see how mums have chilled.especially mine,Miss Keys,etc.
and my mum dont play like that.she would whoop your arse till the cows come home if she found out.
but hey,i've always been intelligent,smart and i always found a way around it.

i dint see him after that party for a little while.
until...another party happened.

and i landed,he came too(he was returned to lagos due to bad boy behaviour in london)so he was back permanently all "phonetic" speaking,fineness,best dancer around etc etc.

then at that party,i had my first kiss.and it lasted hours.
we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed.

and you know what?
i just couldnt care who was watching or who wanted to watch.

oh yeah i got called names.
from ashi,to this and that.
all because i kissed a guy,that i knew i liked?at the age of what?over 13 at least?

but i couldnt be bugged,give them something to talk about has stayed my motto from then.

he just kept holding me tight and laughing and kissing and right now,im in tears because it was so beautiful.

and then he had to go.
oh,oh,oh,,,leaving me to the lions...

then some foolish boys felt they could come and try their luck.

if only they knew that on that night,i had discovered something within myself.
i KNEW that i was DAMN SEXY.and there was no man i couldnt have unless i didnt want him.so I gave myself the power to CHOOSE,nobody could tell me how it could be anymore.
i just got this sense of confidence?
self awareness?
its difficult to explain.

they only tried,but on that night DUNE had connected with something in me.and it took four years before it could be broken.