Austin pov
What did you just do samantha can't you hold your temper and anger from people must you interrupt and start a fight with anybody to the extend your here in my someone elses house... damn your such a.... I simply don't know what word to describe you and your offensive attitude i told you am done with you and i mean every word samantha i don't need you anymore and i never will so stop the pretense of loving me... STOP IT as i slammed my hands on the table i could clearly see fear in her
Please babe i didn't know that wasn't your new house i just wanted us to settle some differences and make up not like i came for trouble I love you austin please don't leave me don't let me go as tears roll down her eyes but that was never enough she may look innocent but once she is on her worst mood she becomes a beast in disguise....
Well samantha i do not want to repeat myself ever again i am done and i don't want to continue with you ever again i am sorry. Leave my house now or i call the police to do their job please.... She looked at me once again trying to get my attention but my gaze were firm and it sent a quick message to her that i aint interested and as such she left.
Breathed out heavily i wonder how kuti would be feeling, the embarrassment and i really like her she would think samantha is my girlfriend or fiancee maybe i should try checking up on her that the least i can do to make her happy at least.... I stood up and headed to her house using the door bell to get her attention as she opens my mouth drop her silky skin, Afro natural hair, brown lips and her bulky eyes staring at me for a second i appreciated the works of a black Africa mama she was everything that illustrate BLACK WOMAN, NAKED WOMAN as she let me in i sat on the sofa as she sat opposite me
Are you okay Ms kuti you look pale
KUTI: Am all good just a little back pain been long i visited the spa (cracked her neck and try to put her self in a position that will be suitable)
Austin: one fascinating thing about me is reading lot of black woman poem though i love Africa poems especially the poem black woman, naked woman do you know that poem
KUTI:Sure i do by loepold sedar senghor
As we seat and talk about the poem we kept reciting it together
Naked woman, black woman
Clothed with your colour which is life,
with your form which is beauty!
In your shadow I have grown up; the
gentleness of your hands was laid over my eyes.
And now, high up on the sun-baked
pass, at the heart of summer, at the heart of noon,
I come upon you, my Promised Land,
And your beauty strikes me to the heart
like the flash of an eagle.
Naked woman, dark woman
Firm-fleshed ripe fruit, sombre raptures
of black wine, mouth making lyrical my mouth
Savannah stretching to clear horizons,
savannah shuddering beneath the East Wind's
eager caresses
Carved tom-tom, taut tom-tom, muttering
under the Conqueror's fingers
Your solemn contralto voice is the
spiritual song of the Beloved.
Naked woman, dark woman
Oil that no breath ruffles, calm oil on the
athlete's flanks, on the flanks of the Princes of Mali
Gazelle limbed in Paradise, pearls are stars on the
night of your skin
Delights of the mind, the glinting of red
gold against your watered skin
Under the shadow of your hair, my care
is lightened by the neighbouring suns of your eyes.
Naked woman, black woman,
I sing your beauty that passes, the form
that I fix in the Eternal,
Before jealous fate turn you to ashes to feed the root of life
As we kept reciting i came so close to her as our lips lock and her breath under mine as i felt her 4c hair and looked at her skin and embrace every part of her as we interswine our self and made my way in
It a first start and it finally us.
She woke up with tears in her eyes and i still couldn't understand why she decides to be all teary and different or did i do anything bad i asked but all she did was kept mute and with guilt in my heart i wore my cloth and dashed out of her house.
It should be a thing of joy so why is she crying over this, over us.
Look out for the next chapter.