PEOPLE ISH: On Pins and Scented Candles
PINS AND SCENTED CANDLES I visited her house today. She had asked, asked and implied, "I made egwusi soup, shey you will eat?" She would say, after one Physics class on vector algebra. I would mumble, laugh and change the subject. We were not that close. But, it had rained this morning and I had predicted that few people would be in class. And because immediately that thought ebbed my mind went to her, I have not seen that girl in class for some time now. I had called her, that early, twice. She picked up and let my 'Hellos' fall on silence and she did not also come for the other classes so I decided to go to her house. I do not think I should have gone, but something in the melodrama of that morning, the lonely feeling of class, the cool from rainy breezes that touched my clothes and insisted on being more to me than just air, drove me to see her. I asked Linda to take me there, she declined and instead 'described' the place to