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Twelfth: The First Day of Christmas By David Vera Sorochi

TWELFTH

I knew she was the one for me the moment she stepped into the building with her little red gown wrapped around her like the snake on the rod, she clutched her white purse like her life depended on it.

I watched her adjust her headscarf slowly, using her eye to search for someone then suddenly her eyes light up as she smiled and waved to a group of girls near the Christmas decoration.

I watched her walk pass me with her head high not minding the noise coming from her shoe that was making heads turn.
“ bold” I muttered still trying to break free from my mum’s grip. I hadn’t wanted to be here but she had insisted and dragged me “darling you can’t miss your Auntie Joy’s return party’ yes I can I had held myself from saying the day she told me. I hated Christmas , it was a perfect time for mum and her sisters and everyone to try and find me a wife as if it was that easy to find a wife.

Every young person at the party had obviously come with someone older because even with the décor one would know that the party wasn’t one for the youths even the Coca_cola was zero sugar so it was really surprising to see the red gown lady walking in alone with no one at her back.
“Ka anyi ga kele your Aunty” mum said as she dropped my hand to find the tiny wrapper gift she had bought at Ubani market when she had heard of the welcome party. I took that as a chance to sneak out.

“Hi” I winked at the girls who laughed “ Chike how tall are you now?” My cousin Amaka asked making everyone standing on her table and near her to turn and notice me.
“Tall enough “ I tactically said and moved from their circle close to her. On a closer look I noticed that her red gown wasn’t just Red, it had this crazy funny designs.
“I love your gown” I told her as a conversation starter.
“Oh thank you” she replied not giving me the attention I was wanting. She adverted her eyes from my face in as much as I was too close for her not to notice.
“ what’s this design?” I asked trying to touch her cloth but she immediately hits my hand out.
“Do you want to act dumb or something? It’s obviously a partridge in a pear tree” she replied then excused herself.
I watched her walk out and once again I knew she was the one.

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David Vera Sorochi

To be Continued tomorrow

Edited by Ezinne Ihezukwu-Ikoro
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