By Esther Omah
One magical evening, an uncertain night, and a dawn that promised new beginnings, love’s whispers lingered long after the night was over. A night of doubt, a dawn of hope, and a love that waited.
As I stepped into the house, the warm glow of the living room enveloped me, and I was met with the gentle smile of my mother, seated in her favorite armchair. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and I could sense the unspoken questions lingering in the air. I felt a flutter in my chest as I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing through the silence.
My mother’s gaze seemed to hold a thousand inquiries, and I knew she was waiting for me to unravel the tale of my evening with Chigozie. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her expectations, and slowly made my way to the couch, my heart beating in anticipation of what to say.
As I sat down, my mother’s eyes locked onto mine, and she asked, her voice gentle yet inquisitive, “So, how was your evening?” I felt my cheeks flush, and my face grew warm with a mix of emotions. I struggled to find the right words, but my mother’s knowing glance told me she had already pieced together the fragments of my night.
She leaned forward, her eyes shining with warmth, and said, “I can see it in your eyes, dear. Your evening was special, wasn’t it?” I nodded, still unable to find my voice, but my mother’s smile broadened, and she reached out to take my hand in hers.
In that moment, I felt a wave of emotions wash over me – happiness, nervousness, and a deep sense of gratitude. My mother’s understanding gaze told me she knew exactly what I was feeling, and she was there to support me every step of the way.
As we sat there in comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioner, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. My mother’s presence was a balm to my soul, and I knew that no matter what lay ahead, she would be there to guide me.
She squeezed my hand gently, and I looked up at her, feeling a sense of wonder at the depth of her love and understanding. “Tell me everything,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “but only when you’re ready.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude toward my mother. She knew me so well, knew that I needed time to process my emotions and thoughts. I leaned back into the couch, feeling the soft cushions envelop me, and let out a deep sigh.
As I sat there, wrapped in the warmth of my mother’s love, I felt my heart begin to unwind. The tension and excitement of the evening slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm and clarity.
My mother’s eyes never left mine, and I knew she was waiting for me to open up, to share my story with her. But I wasn’t ready yet, and she knew that too. She simply smiled and said, “Whenever you’re ready, dear. I’m here to listen.”
The silence between us was comfortable, like an old friend who knew exactly when to show up. We sat there, enjoying each other’s company, the warmth of the moment wrapping itself around us like a gentle blanket.
As the minutes ticked by, I felt my mother’s gaze soften, her eyes filled with a deep affection for me. She knew that I was happy, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, I felt grateful for her unwavering support and love.
The evening’s events replayed in my mind like a movie, and I couldn’t help but smile. Chigozie’s face, his words, his touch – everything came flooding my memories with those beautiful moments
My mother’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned back into her chair, a knowing glint in her eye. “I think I can piece together the rest,” she said with a chuckle. “You don’t have to say a word.”
I laughed, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. My mother understood me in a way that few others did, and I was grateful for her presence in my life.
As we sat there, basking in the warmth of the moment, I knew that I would always cherish this memory – the gentle silence, the loving gaze, and the deep connection that bound us together.
The night wore on, and eventually, my mother stood up, her movements gentle and deliberate. “Get some rest, dear,” she said, her voice filled with love. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude toward her. I knew that she would be there for me, no matter what lay ahead. As I stood up and hugged her tightly, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.
In that moment, I knew that everything would be okay. My mother’s love and support would see me through, and I was grateful for that. As I pulled back and looked at her, I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and contentment.
“Goodnight, Mom,” I said, with lot’s of fulfillment and excitement inside me “Goodnight, dear,” she replied.
As I retreated to my room, the memories of the evening still lingered on my skin, like the gentle whispers of a summer breeze. I lay in bed, still wrapped in the warmth of our time together, reluctant to let go of the magic that lingered in every moment. My mind refused to quiet down, replaying the events of the evening like a cherished melody.
Chigozie’s words, his touch, his gaze – every detail was etched in my memory, refusing to let me sleep. I tossed and turned, my heart overflowing with excitement and happiness.
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the silence, and I grabbed it with trembling hands, my heart racing with anticipation. Chigozie’s name flashed on the screen, and I answered with a breathless hello. But instead of his soothing voice, I heard the murmur of his mother’s voice in the background, like a distant echo. A pang of uncertainty struck my heart, and I asked him about the noise, my tone hushed and tentative.
His response was a gentle balm to my soul. “Be rest assured, I’m choosing you this time, no matter what, honey,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “I just called to let you know I’m home, baby. Talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight. I love you.” The words hung in the air like a promise, leaving me with more questions than answers.
The night wore on, and I lay in a sea of uncertainty, my mind racing with possibilities. Despite my exhaustion, sleep eluded me, and my phone seemed to tempt me, urging me to call him back and ensure that he was okay.
I resisted the urge, but my heart remained heavy with doubts. The hours ticked by at a glacial pace, each minute feeling like an eternity.
As the first light of dawn crept into my room, a sense of relief washed over me. I knew that soon I would have answers, and the uncertainty would be lifted. I freshened up, changed into my nightwear, and waited anxiously for the morning. The darkness slowly receded, and the room began to take shape, like a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of a new day.
As I lay on the bed, my phone clutched in my hand, I felt a sense of determination rising within me. I would get to the bottom of things, and I would face whatever challenges came our way, together with Chigozie. The morning light grew stronger, casting a warm glow over my room, and I smiled, feeling a sense of hope and anticipation.
Today would be a new beginning, a chance for us to start anew and build a future together. As I waited for the perfect moment to call Chigozie, I felt my heart fill with love and longing. I knew that our conversation would be crucial, and I was determined to make it count. The minutes ticked by, and I felt my excitement growing, like a budding flower ready to bloom.
With a sense of hope and determination, I waited for the morning to bring its promises. I knew that Chigozie and I would navigate the challenges ahead, and our love would emerge stronger and more resilient. The morning sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over my room, and I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and anticipation.
*Culled from Omah’s Odyssey(The Southerner)
