dancing in circles

Every mornng as i got ready to work, my heart will keep beating. the beats were so constant and it increased at the sight of Y at the office. Going to work became a thing of joy. i started getting very excited coz i knew i would always see him. Some days, i don't get to see him at all. i would miss him terribly. i get consoled by seeing his figure in a far distance, maybe whenever he was entering the staff bus. the truth be told, it was enough for me.

i told Ibunkun that i had fallen in love with Y. She was shocked coz i had told her about O and how much he cared about me. I explained to her that my feelings for Y were very very unusual. i always longed for him and whenever he spoke, butterflies ran through my entire tommy.

Y always dressed casually. he was always looking simple. His voice was my weakest point. i loved it. Ibukun told me i should take things easy with Y. i sent an email to my favorite girl back in Nigeria telling her about Y and how much i preferred him to O, she was just ok with it. Hmmm i wondered. Ibukun later told me that i shouldn't consider having anything to do with Y since he wasn't a Nigerian. She also reminded me that our stay in Ghana was just for a while in addition to the fact that i may not visit again neither will i have the time coz i had to go back to school. i waved all she told me by my side and kept loving every minute of my time at work. as time went on, i stared thinking less of O. wow, i felt justified by my actions. i was like afterall i always have a right to express my feelings.

One morning, we had a briefing in the meeting room and Y was sitting right behind me. people made comments but he didn't say a word. he kept listening and folding a piece of paper he was holding just to pass time. he wrote down some points as the briefing went on and as our General Manager spoke. Ask me again and again how i knew what he was doing? i kept turning to look at him. the other time our eyes met, he smiled at me.

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It was Friday night and atimes we had a little get together were we eat, drink , mix up and dance in circles. Y danced with me that night. it was an ivorian dance so he was teaching me the steps. wow, it felt good. that was how we got talking. it was like boom!!! we got along quite well. he told me about his studies, his country and his family. apparently, he was in his final year in the university. he came to do his attachement just like me. i told him i would like to visit the country since it was very close to Ghana, he encouraged me to plan it. that was how we became friends, we ate lunch together. my job was not affected, i was still at the top of my game.

i felt a bit bad about O. i told myself i will let him know when i return that i don't want to date him anymore. i felt better with Y. he was romantic. very romantic.

One morning, as i came to work, i met Y at the hallway and he told me he has been transferred. He has been asked to return to Ivory Coast. i almost sank into the ground. it was like my world was crashing. i looked him closely without saying a word. he starred at me too and didn't say anything too. our minds spoke to each other. it was one of the most painful news i have ever recieved in my entire life. That night, i did not sleep. Y had just a week left in Ghana.