Friday, April 19


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​I opened the NYSC portal with a pounding heart my posting letter was out and I silently prayed I won’t get posted to the exact place virtually everyone close to me had predicted…Taraba State. Well, it was rather too late to begin rendering prayer points when the deed had already been done. My heart pounded even faster as my phone’s network crawled like a snail. It finally opened; at this point all I could do was calm my nerves and accept whatever came my way. There it was, my posting letter and just as was predicted; Taraba State.

One month later saw me at my PPA (place of primary assignment). I met him that hot afternoon shirt pulled off with a knickers slightly below his waist. He’s cute!! I thought to myself. What can my poor self do? I’ve got such thing for cuties. To me he was just a fine faced stranger, one I would get to spend subsequent months of my service year with; and also possibly everyday of my life, only then I hadn’t realized it.

Time passed, and he became like a total stranger whose existence in my world was that of mere acquaintance. All we ever did was exchange few pleasantries and all I ever saw was a fine faced buddy. Maybe he’s not one cut out for idle chitchats or perhaps he saw me as one not in his class.

Minutes grew to hours, hours to days, days to weeks and all went by with speed. Fine faced stranger crept slowly into my heart, gradually building the crest of a wave into my shaded mind. He made me feel at home after an endless search for glee abroad. Was it his smiles which brought back memories of childhood? Or his touches like those of butterflies on petal’s juice. Whatever it was about him, I couldn’t tell; but all I knew was I had found a place to call home.

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Our journey like notes in glissando tells a tale of love in soprano. Maybe getting posted to Taraba State wasn’t such a bad idea but Mother Nature’s own way of helping me write my love story.


About Author

I’m Alara Karis, a writer and blogger who simply loves living each day at a time. Some call me a nerd, some call me a professor. But if you ask me, I’ll simply say I’m an artist who enjoys painting the world in words.