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#DRAGONGOD: Chapter 12

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Yemi joined Kelvin at a cross junction that led off the road from Amina to Macaulay and onwards.

Kelvin’s expectant eyes were fixed much farther ahead when Yemi appeared beside him.

‘Hey! Is it me you’re looking for or someone else?’ It was Yemi’s voice that cooed behind him. The cute slim voice jolted him back here.

Kelvin stepped back and just laughed a little. ‘Gosh, you caught me unawares! I was thinking you’d probably only be at the head of the road about now. I was even taking someone else coming up there to be you, actually.’

He was delighted she came.

Yemi chuckled. ‘Well, I guess you need a pair of glasses to recognise me, then.’ She said that matter-of-factly.

‘Oh no, that’s not it at all, seriously!’ Kelvin’s rejoinder was rather apologetic.

He stepped back a little. Yemi’s cologne caressed his nostrils and he covertly took in the fragrance a moment and let it fill up his sense of smell.

A cool breeze fluttered the end of her skirt lightly. She gently smoothed some imaginary poor formed crease in her pleats in a bit.

Kelvin tightened his fist a little and swallowed. Ah, why d’ you look so, so adorable!


She looked really smart and lovely in her simple casuals tonight. She looked even younger.

Yemi felt awkward with him staring at her. She wasn’t exactly in a mood to indulge him this time. ‘What?’ she scoffed.

Kelvin beamed. ‘To goodness, you’re looking so charming this evening! If I may actually say so.’

Yemi’s heartbeat stopped a second. The lines felt so irresistible to the ears, the sweet way this charming dude spun those words. And with the honest feel it had.

‘I think it’s gonna to be dark soon.’ Yemi’s rejoinder was an excuse for a distraction, but it came with a cute smile. ‘How about walking on right away?’ she said.

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Kelvin nodded. And he held out his hand to her. ‘Permit me,’ he whispered in a charming, irresistible low breath.

Yemi glanced up at him and at his stretched hand. She chuckled. She wasn’t even sure she’d pardoned him already over how he hurt her the last time.

She wasn’t fully sure if she wanted this yet, with the way Kelvin’s unwilling side was playing out.

She pictured herself about to take a walk with this handsome dude she loved so much.

And someone who’d hurt her regardless of how much of an interest she’d pinned on him for no particular reason.

She decided she loved and wanted him regardless.

To Yemi, Kelvin wasn’t a campus celebrity. He was just a special friend she loved altogether for his person.

She loved him with all his peculiarities and all. She loved him heart and soul.

And she’d nursed the beautiful dream of going on to walk the near future with this young, handsome man.

Yemi’s lips curled up in a little smile. She held his hand and took the first step.

Kelvin followed. And they both walked through Kelvin’s habitual route of leisure walk.

Up in the open expanse of skies above them, Kelvin had his fellow stars peer from the faraway gloom and sombreness.

It was fully lit right up in the skies. Kelvin gazed up and silently acknowledged the star-studded galaxy up high.

He took in the sight and wanted Yemi to share in the spectacular beauty of night.

He was still gazing up when he said to her, ‘You ever wonder if it’s just more beautiful to be one of those stars up high?

‘They’re just eternal and forever shining! You know it’s the greatest thing to be… well, to be that high up and shining, don’t you?’

When Yemi didn’t reply, he faced her. ‘What d’ you think, dear?’

Yemi wouldn’t respond still.

Kelvin was eager to start a chat as they walked, and that was why he brought that up. It was what he said to himself.

‘Okay, are you still angry because of what I said the other day?’

Yemi wouldn’t bulge.

Kelvin stilled her. ‘Okay, I know you want me to apologise, Yemi. But look at it well, I was telling you what’s plainly on my mind and that’s the truth. Really, dear, if you’re going to make up that much, then make up with me. And I’m not kidding.’

Yemi smiled lightly.

‘Cos as for me’, Kelvin went on, ‘I’m ready to make up for everything.’

Yemi’s smile widened just a little more and she walked on.

Kelvin caught that pretty smile and beamed himself. He ran after her and caught her by the hand. ‘Thank you; thank you,’ he said in a flutter.

He knew Yemi had pardoned him without him pleading.

He smiled.

She understands the thoughts I’d never utter. She understands the stories in my eyes.


Much as Kelvin’s heart beat for poetic lines and stanzas, his smart girl Yemi had her heart throbbing only for genius stories.

Yemi’s great mind always intersected with any work of art she encountered at the level of its subsurface stories.

She always found herself immersed neck deep in great stories, whether they were written or enacted; either on the pages of a book or on a phone or TV screen. Yemi consumed great creative stories and came alive every time she discusses them.

The intelligent nineteen year old also always read a thrilling story out of every form of fine art; and that meant both both realistic and abstract art.

When she gazed at a beautiful painting, she saw beyond a collage of colours or strokes of a paintbrush. She saw the creative story beneath the canvas.

Kelvin, on the other hand, would read poetry into every form of art. As well as every form of life.

But then, their mutual eternal love for painting happened to be where the margins intersected for the lovebirds.

So, by the time they’d left the Student Union Building far behind, Yemi had become rather at ease with Kelvin.

They talked about everything. From painting, to storytelling, to poetry, and then, to life.

They made a turn around their faculty. Azikwe Lecture Theatre was just metres ahead, but Kelvin wasn’t going to lead her special friend into that dark, lonely stop.

If it was him alone taking a walk, he wouldn’t have stopped until he reached Azikwe at the head of this turn.

But he was walking with a woman, his cherished personal person.

Now they were just around their faculty car park.

Yemi asked to know where Kelvin got inspirations for his poems.

Kelvin laughed. ‘Will you believe me if I tell you?’

‘Oh why not. Tell me.’

‘It’s from this kind of walks I take at evenings.’

‘Are you kidding me?’

‘For real.’

‘Wow, that’s so cool.’

Kelvin motioned for them to cross over to the almost empty car park. And he asked for them to take a sit on a concrete pavement there for a while before they head back.

They sat.

Yemi resumed. ‘So how do your inspirations come? I mean… is it like a quiet dropping of an idea in your mind, or something? Well, is it like you just feel something new in your head or what? Like how do they come, really?’

Kelvin laughed. ‘Well, they just arrive!’ He gestured broadly with hands flapping apart both ways.

‘You know,’ he added, ‘like you arrived by my side tonight at the crossroads and my mood changed.’ He laughed heartily.

Yemi couldn’t help joining him.

Their laughing voices were a pair of sort. They found their laughter amusing, so much it made them laugh some more.

And a brief silence soon enveloped them.

Yemi wanted to tell him they should start heading back when Kelvin’s soft toned voice broke the silence.

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‘Yemi, you know something? Whatever the end of this monologue is, know that I don’t joke at night.’

The tall, dark and charismatic dude lifted his eyes to look into hers. Yemi’s heart would leap out of her chest, and she tightened her fist to get control of herself.

Kelvin went on, his eyes turned into space ahead of him. ‘My greatest fear in life is failure; it is top on the list of what I can’t bear. And despite the record I’ve set in the nation’s literary sphere, I still fear to fail.

‘In three and a half years, I’ve successfully participated in thirty seven poetry contests, the on-going contest on campus making it thirty eight.

‘I’ve got to the final stage for the first eight but I didn’t win. I’ve won the other past twenty nine contests and my destiny in the on-going thirtieth is unknown.

‘The memory of the eight failures is still as fresh as morning dew in my mind. The moment when the result of a contest is to be announced is like the moment of death and life to me.’

He paused awhile as Yemi looked on.

Kelvin’s hands were visibly shaking; he couldn’t hold it in.

Yemi would’ve asked if he was okay, but she just saw herself looking on. Why was he telling her these in the first place?

Kelvin went on in a moment.

‘Before I met you, what comes to my mind at those moments is my mother. I want her to always be proud of me.

‘But ever since I met you, your picture occupies my mind at my happiest moment, at my saddest moment, and at my most frightful moment. Yemi, you are deeply stuck within my skull.’

Yemi never anticipated this; she never thought he could break down like this. Was this happening right now? It was something that beat her wildest imagination.

‘You are the poetry contest I hope to win,’ Kelvin went further. ‘Maybe when I win you, I’ll stop chasing words. You are the music I am yet to sing, the hymn I am yet to chant. Yemi, I think… no, I don’t think it—I am sure that I love you…’

Kelvin locked eyes with her special girl as he repeated the magical words with emphasis.

‘I do love you,’ he cooed in a broad deep toned voice.

Yemi was dazed; was too shocked for words. She couldn’t hold her gaze. Her eyes dropped. Silence swallowed them. Emotion, too.

Kelvin wrapped his arms around Yemi and hugged her tight. ‘Please’ was the word he parted his lips with as he made to hug her.

Yemi stiffened up in his arms. It was more than she wished for, definitely.

She tried to disengage from his arms to ease her nerves.

Kelvin let go and he smiled.

‘What do you think of that dialogue? It’s from a work of fiction I’m writing. D’ you think it has the potential to give a twist to any story?’

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Yemi’s eyes bulged like they would just pop out of their sockets. She heard him right. The confession was another joke or something?

Did he mean what he just said now? Which part was serious; which was a joke? Which part should she believe; which should she dissuade? Which was the confession, and which was fiction? Where did the margin lie?

She was now altogether confused. But she didn’t utter a word.

Again, why would the character in Kelvin’s story share the same personality with the writer? Perhaps it is what literary psychoanalysts refer to as the fact of writers’ developed characters being a projection of their unconscious self.

All these went on in Yemi’s mind, but she didn’t say a word to Kelvin.

Kelvin decided to apologise and he did that sober. But Yemi didn’t give in.

Kelvin made jokes to make her laugh but she wouldn’t laugh. He held her hands to watch how she’d react but Yemi didn’t bulge still.

Kelvin was frustrated with her girl’s silence altogether. He beat himself and used her hand to beat him; screamed at the top of his voice, hugged her, abused himself… but Yemi didn’t say anything.

Yemi glanced at her wristwatch, and got up to head back.

Kelvin signalled for them to take a shorter route back. Yemi obliged without a word. She just walked on silently while Kelvin followed by her side, begging her to respond at least.

Kelvin couldn’t bear the silence. It was why he’d decided for them to take the shortcut to help him escape the awkwardness faster.

Time dragged its feet lazily because of the killing silence.

Kelvin couldn’t stand it too long. He took Yemi’s phone in her hand, scrolled through her playlist and played Justin Timberlake’s Mirror.


When her sweet friend didn’t talk or resist him at least, Kelvin put off the track and slid the phone back into her hand.

And the rest of their walk together was a long, lonely one.

Because of a young man’s fear of being naked. Being vulnerable. Being truly human.

But something big and sudden was set to change the whole course of events.

And here it is already.

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I am K. Olla. An ambassador of Christ. A husband to a beauty. A lecturer when I wake. A novelist when I dream.

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