Femi Uncensored

6:37 pm. Eko Hotel & Suites, Lagos. The new bride stood at the threshold of her suites’ balcony, gazing dreamily into the vista of the Kuramo beach against the backdrop of a setting sun. The fingers of her right hand are curled around the bowl of a wine glass. Baileys. It is the only other liquid she drinks after orange juice and water. Mostly in that order. The finger of her left hand, splayed and lost, in the softness of a flame patterned chestnut drape. She enjoyed the way the hem of her bathrobe flutter in the evening breeze.

I was a stray waif before I met you. Alone. Lost. Broken. But hopeful. Mistrust is a heavy cloak. But the world is cold. ‘Come closer, let me love you.’ You said.