I eloped with nostalgia down memory lane recently and one
of the ancient site we visited was New Haven Primary School 1 Enugu. Something
about a crush made this place stand out historically.
If I were to make a list of my childhood crushes, the
list will be a little longer than Mississippi river. It was that big but the name
will remain the same. A name I’ve closely used once ever since. The name is
Deborah.
The list would've looked like this
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Forgive me Debbie for not remembering your last name.
Maybe I was busy feeding my fantasy off her exotic body frame to remember her
last name. My fantasy had the appetite of an insatiable voracious black hole
swallowing any and everything on its path. She was my romantic crush, crush of all crushes. My favourite past time was to daydream about her.
The fantasy thingy was like second creation for my kiddo
brain. Thoughts of her consumed me in a manner parallel to a cow grazing the
entire non ocean parts of earth to point of desertification. You can imagine
the weight I carried. The never ending long wait I married, such a romantic crushing weight. The wedlock of me
and waiting-in-vain was a disaster. I never had enough courage to express
myself so I waited like a fowl waiting to grow teeth. I'm sure it would've been an amazing romance had Venus and Cupid not been on vacation.
Debbie was my classmate in primary 4 in New Haven Primary
School 1 Enugu. I fell for her the second my brain processed her image. The
terrain of my heart was emotionally wet and slippery, little wonder why I fell
head over heels for her. She lacked the height of the hills but she stood tall
like a mountain. Her romantic aura intimidated me, I was an overflowing shyness fountain. Gawd! I was such a
shy machine.
She was Brilliant, 1st position in class. I couldn’t grab
that position till we moved to different classes. She was Black. She was Bold.
She was BEAUTIFUL! She had a sensuous thick lips and a killer smile. Her
sculptor fitted her with exceptionally cute dimples that lights up her smile
causing my body ACs to malfunction. Her sweetness was my weakness. How can a
piece of iron filing like me stand the strong romnantic attraction of a giant magnet like
Deborah? How was I supposed to repel that romantic attraction? I was both the predator
and perfect prey.
God took a rib from Adam to make Eve, I think he took my
entire skeletal system to make Debbie. I was totally caught and crushed up in
the rapture of love. Funny how much I loved Anita Baker then though my primary
4 mind never grasped the mature romantic meaning/message of her lyrics. I often tail
Debbie home like some invisible CIA agent, shit it was crazy. I did more than a knight in shining amour slaying dragons and ferocious beasts to rescue a damsel trapped in tower like most romantic fairy tale stories.
In a similar case one girl tripped helplessly for me. I
wasn’t man enough to show or tell Debbie how I felt but this other girl was boy
enough to at least show me her innermost feelings. Unfortunately she had a twin
sister and they were perfectly and identically identical. You can’t tell them
apart even if they were your own right and left hand. Besides my feeling at
that time was faithfully and naturally custom-made for Debbie technically other
girls just didn’t exist. Kinda like the early days of Clark and Lana of
Smallville.
It’s curiously amazing how this portion of my memory has
remained very vivid all these years. It comes in colourful HDTV production
quality while the rest is in blurry black and white. I’m just wondering what
became of her, who she grew up to be. What and where she is now. I don’t feel
like that anymore but I won’t mind meeting her once again. Have you seen her?
Tell me have you seen her. If you see her, tell her to give me a call. My
number is 1-800-childhood crush.
I eloped with nostalgia down memory lane recently and one
of the ancient site we visited was New Haven Primary School 1 Enugu. Something
about a crush made this place stand out historically.
If I were to make a list of my childhood crushes, the
list will be a little longer than Mississippi river. It was that big but the name
will remain the same. A name I’ve closely used once ever since. The name is
Deborah.
The list would've looked like this
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Deborah....
Forgive me Debbie for not remembering your last name.
Maybe I was busy feeding my fantasy off her exotic body frame to remember her
last name. My fantasy had the appetite of an insatiable voracious black hole
swallowing any and everything on its path. She was my romantic crush, crush of all crushes. My favourite past time was to daydream about her.
The fantasy thingy was like second creation for my kiddo
brain. Thoughts of her consumed me in a manner parallel to a cow grazing the
entire non ocean parts of earth to point of desertification. You can imagine
the weight I carried. The never ending long wait I married, such a romantic crushing weight. The wedlock of me
and waiting-in-vain was a disaster. I never had enough courage to express
myself so I waited like a fowl waiting to grow teeth. I'm sure it would've been an amazing romance had Venus and Cupid not been on vacation.
Debbie was my classmate in primary 4 in New Haven Primary
School 1 Enugu. I fell for her the second my brain processed her image. The
terrain of my heart was emotionally wet and slippery, little wonder why I fell
head over heels for her. She lacked the height of the hills but she stood tall
like a mountain. Her romantic aura intimidated me, I was an overflowing shyness fountain. Gawd! I was such a
shy machine.
She was Brilliant, 1st position in class. I couldn’t grab
that position till we moved to different classes. She was Black. She was Bold.
She was BEAUTIFUL! She had a sensuous thick lips and a killer smile. Her
sculptor fitted her with exceptionally cute dimples that lights up her smile
causing my body ACs to malfunction. Her sweetness was my weakness. How can a
piece of iron filing like me stand the strong romnantic attraction of a giant magnet like
Deborah? How was I supposed to repel that romantic attraction? I was both the predator
and perfect prey.
God took a rib from Adam to make Eve, I think he took my
entire skeletal system to make Debbie. I was totally caught and crushed up in
the rapture of love. Funny how much I loved Anita Baker then though my primary
4 mind never grasped the mature romantic meaning/message of her lyrics. I often tail
Debbie home like some invisible CIA agent, shit it was crazy. I did more than a knight in shining amour slaying dragons and ferocious beasts to rescue a damsel trapped in tower like most romantic fairy tale stories.
In a similar case one girl tripped helplessly for me. I
wasn’t man enough to show or tell Debbie how I felt but this other girl was boy
enough to at least show me her innermost feelings. Unfortunately she had a twin
sister and they were perfectly and identically identical. You can’t tell them
apart even if they were your own right and left hand. Besides my feeling at
that time was faithfully and naturally custom-made for Debbie technically other
girls just didn’t exist. Kinda like the early days of Clark and Lana of
Smallville.
It’s curiously amazing how this portion of my memory has
remained very vivid all these years. It comes in colourful HDTV production
quality while the rest is in blurry black and white. I’m just wondering what
became of her, who she grew up to be. What and where she is now. I don’t feel
like that anymore but I won’t mind meeting her once again. Have you seen her?
Tell me have you seen her. If you see her, tell her to give me a call. My
number is 1-800-childhood crush.
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