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From
Heart To Heart
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Volume 7 Dec. 2002
Turquoise
(part 3)
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certain assurance, in her elegant walk as well as in her reservation,
left no doubt as to the fact that Ayana had a self-awareness of how pretty
she was and how effortlessly,
she commanded attention .
It equally transpired from her slim deer like outlining, the subjective
impression that this girl would save herself for the most deserving of
the many boys who already dreamt, in her heart, to be.
Could I, at this age of a soon-to-be teenager, speak of Love? Was I allowed
to dare ask questions and invoke the gods who from the Olympus could bestow
on me the favor of knowing about this vitalizing force…about Love?
The truth is that I was troubled, overwhelmed and powerless as to what
I was feeling. One thing remained however, clear: I caught myself being
sensitive to the nature of this black irised brown eyes girl.
I had a sure advantage over my rivals, for, a city boy, I was. But that advantage had, precisely, because of my envied status by some other teenagers, a double-edge sword…Jealousy was one of them. It was easy to paint me under a less flattering light of heftiness and foment my exclusion and my rejection on the part of those who didn't know me well. Serenity instead made it home, in my inner self. I understood that the force that had deigned to visit the depths of my being ought not too eagerly be so solicited. Advisable it was, to be patient
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and to let time reveal on the screen of my soul the matter and the sense of my experience. To contemplate the vibration, to be available to it and yet ready to loose it if it was so ordained. One of the cardinal virtues that my existence would develop in strength and age on its alchemical stove of time was thus presented to me.
The
most innocent luck commanded that Ayana and me, we both be selected to
be part of the cultural group of our school that was to showcase several
plays, when came the time to celebrate learning, in the context of a "Cultural
Evening". This tradition had always been in observance I was told,
every year, on the eve of the Christmas night. The closeness between the
two of us came upon, naturally.
We presented a play in which we were two lovers suddenly living apart,
due to an uncontrollable circumstance of life. The plot had the lover
coming back several years later to the city of his beloved with whom,
unfortunately, he had not communicated, for he couldn't . He had remained
faithful to her and so had she to him.
The cruel of the story made it so that the lover, upon his return to his
beloved, had only a grave awaiting him. His beloved…his Love had
deceased during his absence. He was to get a closure from his sadness
by letting say that her soul had been allowed in heaven, because of her
purity, but also because of her ability to so deeply love…
A profound friendship hence united us. The connivance of the play, coupled with the emotion we shared during the performance had produced an attraction much stronger yet, of one to the other. I had no need of explicit words to say a love "confiteor", neither had Ayana. We intimately knew we were close to each other. An intuitive understanding in our hearts played a beat we understood perfectly, despite its somewhat complex structure, for the teenagers we were. Little gifts followed; at the "youth party", I became her preferred partner she would always pick went the "American turn" time came, where the girls would have the priority in choosing the partner they would have a number of dances with…We were in love without declaring it. My heart was full of gratitude for what it was experiencing.
The second school year came. In the midst of its course, I received the news from my parents, announcing that I would be back in Douala the following year to attend High School. The suddenness of the news saddened me deeply. There was nothing I could do about it. I secretly
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carried my pain for several weeks. I finally found the courage to tell Ayana, that I would soon be going away…away, far from her, for long months; that I would not be able, nor would I know how to control the ensuing events; that my parents were the decision makers of my faith hence, of the faith of our feelings to one another; that I didn't know either where or when I would ever be able to see her again…A fear of a premonition relevant to the play we both understood intimately came on, big and scary, on our minds! I got very scared, guessing the thought that was momentarily hers. Our eyes sank into one another's, in silence…
Some few days prior to my departure from Ambam, Ayana offered me a photograph of her in the size of an identity portrait. I promised I would secretly write to her,through the channel of a cousin who had offered to become our messenger…
(To Be Continued… To Be Continued… To Be Continued… )
Jean-Pierre Simons
© 2002
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