No Gentle Lover

I met him at a friend’s 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 them in.

His colour was blue, he wore designed clothes that looked expensive. I met him to thank him for the meat, and he gave me 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”

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