Saturday, 19 September 2015

Distorted View Courtesy of Constance Mutale(c)

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She smiled with a look of concern on her face.
“Is it the same in the rest of Africa?”
“I am guessing… no.” He replied…he paused for a moment. “Listen it does not bother me, but can we talk about something more pleasant. Like kissing; and making love after a year?” He said searching her face and pausing again after he was now seated in the driver’s seat.
She smiled again.
“And then we can go for dinner later.” He continued watching her beautiful face.
He stopped at a flower shop and bought her some flowers.
“You see… better than in Europe, they are fresh from the garden.” He reasoned with her.
“They do smell nice.” She said receiving them graciously.
He kissed her.
He recalled having a romantic evening with her with dinner by candlelight whilst soft music played in the background.
They drank some wine during the course of the meal and he dreamed in her green eyes again, everything was just right.
“So…” They both began at the same time. He, having just lit a cigarette as he lay next to her.
“No you first.” She giggled, as she lay bare beneath the covers.
“No you first.” He insisted playfully touching the tip of her nose with his index finger having put out the ciggeratte on the ash-tray that was on top of the bedside table.
“Okay…” She said looking at him with her beautiful emerald eyes before kissing his fingers back playfully. “When are you coming back to Europe?”
“I was going to ask when we were going to get married in Africa?”
“No Vil.” She said sitting up.
“Wait.” He said getting up and taking his camera from the dressing table before taking a shot at her partially covered body, with her hands in her hair.

She laughed again.

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