A pair of brown eyes…
Intense gaze horizontally…
A worship concert.
A slow blast of stromae singing “formidable.”
The juggling of the bus on an untarred road in the rain…
The first meeting vertical and horizontal.
The walk in the middle of a protest.
The promise of chips and movies…
The first box of chocolate and a rose
The first dare…
The first visit…
The best Valentine ever with an artist.
The first kiss after an ice cream
The first time you said: “I love you”… ok, may be this has different first times.
The first official date…
Jollof rice on a lunch date obtained on credit.
The first meeting with bible verse openings.
The kiss on a balcony that was over before you realized it started.
The first time you realized you were diving madly in love.
The first butterfly feeling in the belly.
First teddy bear that you eventually had to return…
The first break up then, subsequent ones…
The first ride on a ferry, right under the star filled sky (black).
The first rejection, first feeling of love.
The first and subsequent memories of all the other inbetweens…
The regret. The wish for do overs…
The new beginnings.
The heartbreak and disappointment.
Stolen kisses.
Grinding in the club.
Forced kiss with swollen lips…
The devastating doctor’s appointment…
The feeling of your first fear of heights…
The feeling of your last paper before graduation.
Resumption in the place of your dream…
The fantasy you have lived in reality
The ones yet to be created…
The ever running lines of images…
They are all a part of your story
Even when you turn the pages.
Connoisseur of Memories 