So the brown boy floated past

It was yet another time to push and struggle through the never reducing crowd. With legs wrapped around my sister’s waist, my full body weight totally on her, as I leaned onto her back ,I believe . My brother, somewhere beside us, or maybe far ahead, and free from the crowd and pushing .

It was the end of another day of the children’s summer program, and we had to make to the car park to meet our dad, who was waiting for us. 

Amidst the struggles, the little brown boy spoke up and said something along the lines of “you’re cute”. He certainly wasn’t talking to my sister , but she sure as hell heard it, and that was the beginning of the teasing session.

We “my elder sister”, was pretty vested in this brown boy , so from that day hence , he sat with us during the summer program. We talked, him and I , but I was shy . He knew , I think he mentioned it one time we talked. 

I was about five years old, he was about the same age or maybe a year or two older . I became fond of him, I liked him so much, and he liked me even more, I believe. 

The summer program finally ended, and I wasn’t even sure of what was going to happen. I looked forward to going to church, those days. On days when I was lucky enough he’d come, but I cant remember having much time with him.

A few glances, a shy smile, and maybe , just maybe on one or two occasions, he sat close to me, maybe behind me. Even if we didn’t get to talk properly, because we had to go home, the mere fact that I saw him, made my heart jolly.

Summer was coming to an end, the brown boy disappeared. No goodbyes , no shy smiles exchanged, no teasing , no note . Just gone. I stopped seeing him in church .

My mind began to run wild , for a five year old , I had quite an intense mind . I got some information about the house he lived in, off Allen avenue . I looked at it whenever either of my parents drive past it on our way to church .

One day, I think I saw a brown boy , but the car went too fast for me to know if it was him. I just looked till I couldn’t look anymore . 

My brown boy had gone for good . All I got was his name “ Oluwatimilehin” . The last I heard of him was that he travelled overseas, and I knew it was a lot case. 

My heart wept , but I kept pushing on till my little self met somebody else . Bloom Davies. This time no bold comment , more communication, more smiles , more connections, what made it better was that our mothers were friends so we had more time to shy-talk when the we’re talking . 

For Bloom, I remember more about him. I even got dissed cause of him lol. It was funny , but kind of fun. 

Then again, Bloom had to go, overseas again. This time , I think he told me , or at least his mum told my mum. My heart melted again and that was it for church love . 

Two brown boys , one golden girl . Several smiles . Several talks . One day here , one day away . 

If you have a brown boy, hold him tight .

Cheers 💕

Two brown boys