I met him at a friends party and we danced. Some weeks later I saw him at a suya spot, he paid for my meat.
On Sunday he was sitting close to me in church, was he following me I pondered.
He was tall, taller than boys his age, he was dark and kept a beard, he never buttoned his sleeves and preferred to fold it in.
His colour was blue, he wore designed cloths that looked expensive. I met him to thank him for the meat, he gave an address and walked away.
I wore a black gown and looked for his address, he opened his door and wasn’t surprised to see me, good evening I offered and his lips came down heavily on mine.
The next morning I woke up to traces of wounds on my back and thigh. Sorry he said
“I am no gentle lover”