“There’s no mountain too high for our love to climb, and no river too deep for our love to cross. Our kisses are like whispers in the wind. They are the sweet things that God first created.”
These were the words Alexander always said to me before the ugly incident that marred our wedding and left me devastated. He had even written the sweetest poem in the world for me. And it went thus:
Bees use our sweet words to make honey,
Birds borrow our faith as wings to fly,
Lions derive their strength from our unconquerable hearts,
We lend the colors of our love to rainbows;
That’s why we deserve to be together forever.
I don’t really know how to tell you my story, because it is the story of a love that defies all foes and overcomes all odds.
Love, to me, is the sweetest thing on earth. It is food to the soul and serves as inspiration to the spirit to rise and shine. It is true that love reawakens our spirits and makes us aware of the innermost longings that have been there all along in our hearts, but of which our minds were too dull to notice.
My name is Gloria and I’m proud to say that the love of Alexander is the greatest love I have ever had, and will ever have. In my own estimation, love is not measured by how long it lasts, but by how strong it is. Even if it lasts for a moment, there is a kind of love that could be stronger than the loves that last for years. That was the kind of love that I and Alexander shared.
Don’t look down on me because my fiancé is now a mad man, because I’m determined to stand by him till the end. He is my dream come true, and I’m not ready to let go of that dream, no matter what happens. Besides, our love is all I’ve got left to cherish in my life.
It all began 10 years ago while I was still in secondary school. I was staying with my aunt and my school was on holiday, so my aunt suggested that I go and spend the holiday with the children of her bosom friend in Enugu. That was how at the age of 12, I went to Enugu to spend a holiday.
The family of my aunt’s bosom friend was a very happy and united one. We called my aunt’s bosom friend Aunty Ngozi, and she had three boys and 3 girls. I was gladly introduced to all her children who welcomed me with open arms. The names of her three boys were Alexander, Ikenna and Chukwuma, while the girls were Chidinma, Chioma and Ugonma.
They instantly regarded me as one of their own from the moment I set foot in the house, and I had no cause to feel homesick or miss my aunt in Lagos.
Alexander was the first son of the family and he showed it in the way he always tried to act like a man even though we were all still very young. He was 16, my elder by four years. And he had just finished writing his G.C.E. exams and was in a hurry to gain admission into a federal university where he hoped to study medicine.
Alexander was very fond of me during the time I spent holidaying with his family because I seemed to enjoy some of the things he enjoyed doing.
Alexander enjoyed playing lawn tennis and table tennis whenever he was less busy, and I was also passionate about both games. So, everyday, after we had had our lunch, he would drag me outside to play table tennis with him.
Sometimes I defeated him in the game but most of the time he ended up being the winner, maybe because he was a boy.
When we got back indoors, Alexander would force me to play a game of Ludo or Snake-and-Ladder with him.
I usually defeated him in the ludo game because I was a specialist in ludo. Ludo was the only game I played with my aunt back in lagos because she loved it so much. So I had gradually become more and more skillful in Ludo, and it was very difficult for anyone to defeat me in the game.
I was also very good at chess. That was one game that I and Alexander contended over. We competed seriously to see who would emerge as the regular winner, but it was very hard to tell, because if he won today, I would win tomorrow.
We worked our brains out at every game of chess we played and whoever won the day’s game knew that victory was achieved after a long hard fight.
The most interesting part of my holiday with Alexander and his family was that Alexander enjoyed cooking like me. So, we would cook coconut rice together on weekends and then eat together from the same plate.
Alexander’s mother seemed pleased as we grew more and more fond of each other, and when the holiday ended and it was time for me to return to Lagos, she encouraged us to keep in touch by writing letters regularly to each other.
Back in Lagos, I missed Alexander so much. Whenever I felt lonely, I would pick my pen and paper and write a long letter to him. And three or four weeks later, I would receive his reply through the post.
At first, our letters of friendship were very innocent, but with time, our long letters of friendship and innocence grew to become long and passionate love letters.
In some of my letters, I would ask Alexander if he had kissed any girl or whether he’d ever taken any girl to bed.
I was still a virgin then, but I had become a teenager. My breasts had developed and I was beginning to evolve into a real woman with desires for a man. I read a lot of romance magazines and on my bed at night I would find myself lusting for Alexander.
No man had ever got between my thighs and so I wondered how it would feel if Alexander undressed me and put his manhood between my thighs.
I yearned for the day I would see him again, and the day that he would make me feel like a real woman and fulfill all my expectations.
The day eventually came after I received a letter from Alexander stating that he was coming to Lagos to begin a new job at a factory where he had applied for employment.
He invited me to his office at Agbara and when I got there and set my eyes on Alexander again, I noticed that he had now become a big boy.
He now had a beard and a hairy chest, and his voice had now become deeper than ever.
“You’ve changed a lot, my love,” I said to him.
“You too have changed,” he retorted. “You now have breasts.”
We were so happy at seeing each other again that we hugged and kissed and looked each other over to see how much each of us had grown or changed. He asked me to wait at the reception till he closed for the day. He told me that he was staying at a hotel pending when he would get accommodation in Lagos.
So I accompanied him to the hotel. In Alexander’s hotel room, we undressed to take our baths together. In the bath tub we soaped and scrubbed each other’s bodies. We began to caress each other and then we did it right there in the bath tub.
Alexander proposed to me right there in his hotel room and I agreed to marry him. He introduced me to all his friends as his bride, but his best friend, Tunde, tried to discourage him from marrying me by telling him that I was from a poor family and would steal all his money and run away.
The truth was that Tunde had tried to befriend me behind Alexander’s back, but I had snubbed him repeatedly.
Alexander and I picked a date for our wedding and we looked forward to that day when we would become husband and wife. Our wedding was supposed to take place last Saturday at a Pentecostal church in Lagos, but unfortunately, Alexander started acting funny right from the moment he woke up from sleep that day.
First, he started to say incomprehensible things. Next, he tore his pajamas and ran out of the house naked. I was shocked and screamed at the top of my voice, and his brothers quickly got hold of him and rushed him to a private hospital.
It was at the private hospital that it dawned on me that my fiancé had run mad on our wedding day when the doctor on duty referred him to a psychiatric hospital.
Alexander is still in the psychiatric hospital in Lagos and our wedding has been postponed indefinitely.
But Tunde, his best friend, is now asking me to marry him and dump Alexander. I’ve been hearing rumours that Tunde used black magic to make my fiancé mad so that he can marry me, but I have vowed never to let Tunde succeed in his evil plans.
His sickness ruined all our plans and dreams. However, I will stand by my fiancé, Alexander, till the end. I’m determined not to get married until he regains his senses.
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