It must have been over 45 minutes, and there were still traces of the inertia exhibited from the first throw. He had been stoning this particular red-ripe mango that stood at the peak of the tree as if trying with all his might to fit a donkey through the eye of a needle. One thing though seems to be constant with persistence; it always gets the job done; it only takes time.
From the window of my elevated dorm have I been staring at him with all curiosity, like a fan unknown to him, I was cheering him on from hiding. An hour soon passed, and I could see that he was on the brink of quitting, his shoulders refusing to project the stone the way his heart willed.
From the look on his face, it was probably his last throw, and it was as though he accompanied it with a prayer to the wind, or whatever force was going to aid him. In that split second, his eyes were begging, and his body motionless. Yes!!! We both cheered aloud.
The prize was spotless and totally worth it; I particularly was delighted to behold the mango in his hands because I had a philosophy; hard work and diligence should be richly rewarded. Everything was going according to script until….
She must have been returning from a lecture that afternoon as if being led by the devil to tempt him. There she stood, her natural hair running perfectly down her shoulders and her eyes like the deep blue sea, consuming all that dared to stare into it. I was afar off watching with all curiosity, I’ve come too far to walk away now. I could see the helplessness written on his face as if begging for the cup to pass over him. If it was a trial from a supreme being, this was the cruellest I had ever witnessed. I saw his body weaken as her lips motioned;
“can you give me the mango, please?”.
Wait!!! She doesn’t even know half of the story. Did she actually say please? I didn’t see her lips make that movement, but I didn’t want to believe she stopped her request at ‘mango’.
My whole world came crumbling down as I witnessed the guy hand over the mango to her. “Thank you!” She replied excitedly as she went off. My heart chased after her still bewildered. What do you mean, thank you?
At the very least, that mango is deserving of a response like: yes! I will marry you. That was how much the guy toiled for it.
The last thing I saw on the scene was the guy’s eye scanning around as if searching for witnesses to the events that just transpired. I was well hidden, so I needed not to worry about my safety after what I witnessed.
He soon walked away helplessly, and we both learnt something that day; “true power has a gender, and it is feminine.”
By David Oguche
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