Date: January 21, 2019, 03:04:09 AM
Beautiful Colors of Sin 8: Literature : Nigerialog.com - Nigeria's Premier Online Forum
Jamal had money and knew how to spend it. He was a very generous man with a good heart which made him different from most men from his tribe. Unlike the general disposition, Jamal was soft spoken and never disrespectful of women. He was a gentleman to the core and he seemed to touch every heart with kindness and warmth. Everyone wanted to be in his company; old, young, male and female wanted a piece of his attention. I always teased him about this. He would just laugh and call me a jealous worryworm.We started getting closer and closer to each other by the day. Days turned into months and months turned into years. Jamal was God sent. I owe a lot to him. He was compassionate, kind and caring. He showed me lots of love and attention. He showered me with gifts and never made me feel out of place among his array of wealthy, oversea traveled friends.There had been several situations where I had been waylaid and threatened by his 'wannabe' girlfriends. He would calmly walk them off and tell them off. To these people, I was a gold-digger who didn't have what it took to walk in their shadows. Through all of this, Jamal showed me that he was in it for the long run. One thing led to another and I found myself falling crazily in love with Jamal. The first time I told Sandra, she was happy for me. She promised to visit so that I could introduce him to her.To my utter amazement Jamal bought a small house at Maryland for me just a few months from that night, converted one of his car's ownership to me and put money into my account every month. I began to enjoy the kind of life even my older men couldn't give me, financial solvency and happiness. He stopped mentioning the relationship issue and I started to wish I had said yes. ************One evening after a wonderful dinner, we sat on the porch of my house, held hands and I smiled at the stars. The move hadn't been an easy one because my aunt had protested. Jamal had won her love and had persuaded her and assured her that everything was going to be okay. Sean had pitched in a few of his curious questions but he also expressed his happiness for me.The stars danced and it was as if it was a show specially made for me. Jamal made a purring sound and I looked up at his face. I was happy, he had shown me such great joy and I murmured same into his chest.“You have brought so much joy into my life Alice. I’m so glad I found you,” Jamal said, squeezing my hand with my head resting on his chest.“You are the one to be thanked. Here I am in my own house,” I replied and kissed his hand.“I’ll give you the whole world if you can give me a child,” he said, sitting straight and stared into my eyes. “I swear to God, Ade.”As much as I wanted to be with Jamal, I wasn't really ready to be a mother. It seemed that was what he wanted and I wished he wouldn't bring the issue up as often as he did.“Please stop. Let’s just enjoy what we have now and leave every other thing to God,” I said as I stroked his face.“Okay, in Allah we trust then.” he replied and smiled his charming dimpled smile.For a student, I became rich overnight. Rumors started and gossip escaped from a lot of tongues but Jamal told me not to mind anything I heard. He said they were just jealous of us. I relaxed then and continued enjoying the generous gestures.Sandra was doing well at the university and had also stopped dating all her sugar daddies. She met a young petroleum engineer and a romantic story was also started.Jamal encouraged me to go for my direct-entry at the university instead of going back to do my HND so I proceeded and got admission into the same University with Sandra to study International Relations. Jamal and I became inseparable and everything went as we hoped it would.Sandra moved into my house instead of staying in the hostel and I was already getting ready to become Mrs. Buhari when disaster struck.It was one of the Saturdays he spent at my house. He had called me to say he was on his way earlier than usual because he had to sneak out without his bodyguards. It was a great mistake as gunmen, suspected to be hired assassins, killed Jamal on his way to my house that fateful Saturday.When he was buried, I felt as if a part of me was buried with him. I was miserable and lost all will to live. Alhaji Buhari, Jamal’s father, sent me to London to cool off with his new wife and Sean joined me later when I said I wanted him around me.The trip changed things a bit but I always dreamt of Jamal. I always remembered his last words to me. He had told me that life was just a dream; we could wake up to find it all gone. He had been taken from me, even if I sleep and wake up, he would still be gone.
. What a sad story!