For as long as I can remember, It’s now 5 years down the line. I was standing at the Germany immigration offices. She was hugging me tightly sobbing like I had never seen her before. My spirit was in so many mixed reactions and her tears held me captive. I didn’t want to come back and at the same time I had to be back to complete my high school course. This very day I didn’t cry back – Most of the days when I saw her cry, I got carried away into her tears and the only way to calm her was by taking a walk. She was a girl way too out of my league. A dynamite.

But she loved me. Loved me more. I think more than anyone else would ever choose to love me. We came from two different world joined by a world love. She was born and raised like ‘her majesty’ but I came from the deep forests of  Tsavo. A place where kids would have an opportunity of boarding a vehicle during the long December holiday. And that was a privilege to the few who had relatives in the city. My case was a different story. But luckily we chose the world of love to curb our differences. A world that makes people stupid for good and makes them have it that they own the whole world. You’ll never accept to be stupid until you love someone deep.

I looked  at my immigration papers, stared at her then flashed my eyes to check the queue. I was only five people from the immigration’s officer. And so I chose not to get emotional before then. Her eyes were getting sore and I was almost losing it because there was nothing I could do. Her sobbing was beginning to create attention from a few people in the airport but that didn’t matter. She was expressing her emotions. Tears heal. She had to let go or hold on till ‘God knows when’ I’d be back. I still feel the pinch till to date.

She was a dynamite. A true revelation of what true love means. And whenever we went for a walk, her personality would drain me completely. Perfection. Life had been so sweet to me, first love, happiness and a promising inner peace. I’d lie to say that she wasn’t pretty – She was. I always saw my future daughter in her. And whenever I switched off she would raise and say

Her words were so deep, she would get so lyrical and leave me tongue-tied. Whenever I tried to raise my tone, she would raise the conversation a bit higher.

This must have been the Better Half. A heaven sent angel to me. And so finally I was at the table with the immigration officer. I got two stamps and I held my sweet girl to the cafe for a final conversation. My flight was in the next 2 hours 30 minutes and that meant I had 2 hours only to speak for the last time. My heart was already caging. I felt it so unfair.

To Be Continued….