The wind from the ocean gashed into her room like a wave filling it with cold,salty air. Prayers from the mosque could be heard at a distance and the chuckle of young children interrupted the serene gash of water against the coral...
She just stood there as she had since four am when sleep evaded her. She hadn't done this in a long while.Standing infront of a mirror naked.It was almost as if she was seeing herself for the first time. She stroked her long weave which 'he' bought, thinking about the last time she ever saw her real hair.She remembered how her mother would plait it just before school and pour on that shiny coconut oil.She doesn't miss the washing and the combing though, so hard to comb it,"nappy hair is not beautiful.."she sighs and gently looks at her neck and caresses the tatoo on her left shoulder.
Now there's a story to tell.She had never thought that her first love would leave her,she was so madly in love. She saw a wedding in the Mara, a house with no picket fence but a gate guarded with the best force..no G4S please..They were drunk,her and her first love and as a sign of their love had driven across town and staggering into a tatoo palour chose to get stars with initials of each other..damn it,she remembers how she felt when she got the text that ended it all. That freaking tatoo.
"Lucky that my breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them for the mountains",Shakira made sense then when she was an A cap but Cs look so much better.Atleast that's what the German plastic surgeon said. She healed beautifully and the attention was almost touchable,well they were touched and her flat tummy was a distraction with the belly ring that matched her earings or her numerous bangles.Such a trend follower never a setter...
It was undeniable that the gym did well for her,she could pull off the shortest dresses,the tiniest bikinis and tight fits made her look like a human hour glass.She pinched her thighs and nothing close to cottage cheese could be seen, light, firm and glowing was how 'he' liked them.
Her trail of thought was interrupted with a bird's chirp on her window.She turned around to pick anything she could and hurl it to the nuisance when she noticed her back..She quickly grabbed a shirt lying on the bed and the strong cologne brought tears to her eyes.'He' had left her there,alone till 'he' was available again which meant she was to be available all the time.
She rushed to the mirror and looked at herself cry.She had never seen this.Tears were not new to her but it was how she felt as crystal clear beads slowly glided down her cheeks.It was so real,her eyes were bloodshot in seconds and then it hit her...
Dragging her suitcase to the parking lot,,,with a note stuck on the mirror...saying goodbye.
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