Simi’s “Tiff” is playing softly in his mind as he stares at the TV. The wall clock reads 10:05pm, and the re-run of the Nigeria- Cameroun international friendly match is on.
He thinks of her; of sending her a message on BBM.
“Hi baby” that is the opening line he thinks to use.
I want to call you baby…
Those lines seems apt. He really wants to call her ‘baby’. He knows he can’t, however.
It would be unfair to her.
Sing you a lullaby…
His artistic mind takes over.
I want to call you baby
Sing you a lullaby
I want to hear you sigh
As you ride the tides of my voice
And sail towards dreamland;
I want to watch your eyelids flutter
And tuck stray hair from your eyes;
I want to hear you call my name
In that realm between wakefulness and slumber;
I want to hold you tightly and call you mine
Laugh deliriously, intoxicated with love
Feel my stomach churn and knot
As my heart beats wildly and my chest
Constrict, taking in the sight of you;
I want to be giddy with pleasure
With you, I am happy
You give me butterflies baby
She is restless. She tosses on her bed, and checks her phone every minute.
She thinks of him. She likes him.
And he likes her although he tries to hide it, but she has caught that look on his face many times. The look of affection and longing; the look of one admiring something they wished they had but cannot get.
Her phone beeps. She jumps at it and with a quick swipe opens her BBM.
It is not him.
Why has he not pinged?
She flops on her bed and groan aloud.
She misses him.
A thought crosses her mind and she smiles. She picks her phone and type a message, her heart pounding with excitement and fear.
Her hand hovers over the ‘send’ button and she hesitates.
His phone ring.
It is a BBM message.
His eyes widen and then the butterflies return in droves, fluttering and swarming with frenzy in his tummy.
Baby, butterflies, girl you give me butterflies….the line plays over and over in his mind
She reads and smiles, a broad smile.
She sighs and type a reply.
Something new has just begun, and it is exciting.