CHRISTMAS DATING
Episode 19
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Love is like a four-wheeler vehicle carrying you on a road trip to a place of calm, peace and comfort. You sit in the back seat, stick your head out of the window, and feel the gentle breeze travelling in the opposite direction as your driver ferries away.
Your driver! How well you enjoy the journey depends on how well he pedals down the highway, how patiently he takes every bend with the wisdom of an experienced traveler, how peacefully he engages you in a conversation to keep you company, how friendly he is to you.
My journey with Sweet Jojo can be likened to a road trip. Before I got on the vehicle of his unfading love, I was afraid of not reaching my destination just like my four Ex-boyfriends stopped me halfway into the journey. I wasn’t sure if I was willing to set myself up for another long walk back to the beginning point all by myself.
Hmmm! I bless that day. . .
That beautiful afternoon when I took his call after a long while of standing by the door of the back seat, my mind changed suddenly. And I bless that day. I hold that day in high esteem.
I opened the door and hopped into the back seat. Jojo ignited the vehicle and drove me gently as he kept me company with his wealth of knowledge and great sense of communication. I stuck my head out of the window and enjoyed every bit of the journey. Not for one day did he halt halfway to ask me to get down like the other men did.
Jojo taught me like a father. He loved me like his own sister. He gave me gifts even when I didn’t deserve it. He put me to sleep in his loving arms whenever nature overwhelmed me. He didn’t complain about anything. He never scolded me, unless, of course he was trying to help me stay out of trouble.
I’ve told you all the sweet things about my relationship with Jojo. Only the sweet things. But relationship is not without downtimes. There were days when the sweetness turned a little bit sour, days when love did hurt a little, days when we slept facing opposite sides of the bed.
I had my flaws as did Jojo. I got him offended many times. I acted in ways that didn’t align with his desires. I said things that were, most times, deliberately aimed at hvrting him, and other times, not said out of anger. I am a woman, and every woman has that one reason why a man would look her in the eyes and bvrn in fury.
Whenever Sweet Jojo got on my nerves I was always extreme with my reactions. I mean always. I would scream on the top of my voice. I would cry and withdraw myself from him. I would refuse to go close to him. I would stay in my space and decide not to talk to him. That was me. Especially in our early days of getting to know each other.
Sweet Jojo? Man without too much problem.
He expressed his bitterness and anger in an entirely different way and approach that made me wonder if he truly was human.
He was the one on whose nerves I got, but he is the one who begs and kneels and clings. He never shouted like most men would do. He talked things over in soft tones, in bed. It took him less than a minute to forgive me whenever I got on his nerves. He smiled and said nothing most of the times. Even when we slept facing opposite directions in bed, I would wake up at midnight to have his arms wrapped around me.
He loved his peace of mind so much that he could stay a minute without putting things right. He proved many times that he truly was the kind of man I needed in my life.
When I learnt that he was a peace loving person, I began to control my excesses. I began to express my anger gently. I learnt to speak in low tone when he got on my nerves. I learnt to forgive him as quickly as I could.
And that moment when he smiles and tickles me and I have that tingle feeling in my body always felt like heaven. I hug him. He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead. His fingers go into my hair and that was it. Simple. It was that simple with my Sweet Jojo.
So we were two different individuals. One soft, gentle, understanding, calm, peaceful, romantic. The other, sporadic, learning to understand, sometimes rash, and anything feminine.
Knowing Jojo and being in love with him feels like being in bed with a man who knows how to drive you to ecstasy. It feels like having his fingers draw imaginary lines on your soft skin, your bare body. It feels like having his hot breath grease your neck as he kisses there softly. It feels like having his joystick thrust in and out of your ocean of sweetness, slowly, gently.
It feels like reaching orgassm. That moment when you grip the bed tightly and m**n in glorified sweetness. You know you want more. Your body wants more. The melons on your chest desire some caressing. And you want him to go back into your ocean of sweetness, deep down. And you want him to stay there.
That was how sweet knowing Jojo was. And I couldn’t get enough of him.
Now, weaning his baby — baby Shakespeare — he showed me another level of love and affection. He treated me like I was some queen. He was around. He spent more time around. He chose to be my house help. It wasn’t easy for him. I knew he needed help and I did something that he didn’t like at all.
Help him without his permission. It made him unhappy. But shouldn’t I be of help? Should I have sat down and just watch as he did what was my duty?
Later on, both our mothers came to be with their grandson. He insisted that my mother came first. Then his mother came after my mother had returned to the village.
It was everything I dreamt of. Love. Peace. Togetherness. Joy. Happiness. Harmony. Everything sweet a woman could ever ask for in life.
Knowing Sweet Jojo, having little Shakespeare, were two beautiful things that life blessed me with.
Typing last episode. . .
— Michael Ituma
