CANCER IN LOVE (A pink October rendition)
We have been friends for very long. It seemed normal to call often, chat every day and think about him like food (at least 3 times a day). It passed for a ‘good friendship’ and nothing more (I mean it). Until one day faithful to only itself, he spilled oil over the troubled waters. ‘‘I LOVE YOU’’ he said. I felt like vomiting. What? Who? How? When? Where? Why? I would have pretended I misunderstood but in all our playfulness and openness as friends, he has never used these three words in such order and in such short sentence, no preface, no epilogue. My mind was bursting with rhetorics that needed answers so they become authentic questions. ‘I only like you as a friend, can’t you see I can date everyone except you?’ Michael’s countenance changed into twilight. I could no longer see the happy face that hugged me about 30 minutes ago when we arrived at this eatery. The joy eloped, the sun stood still for the next 10 minutes before I stood up like a robot, face above his head ...