He had been dating her for six months and counting, but she didn’t know that yet. All his friends knew she was the love of his life expect.
she was always the subject of his thinking, but he had been hiding his feelings all this while for he lacked the courage to tell it to her face, how he die in her arms every night.
So as he sat by the pool side of Hotel keziah, looking at her as other boys took turn to teach her how to swim, seizing the opportunity to touch the breast and butts he had only touched in his imagination.
He look with envy wishing he was the one giving her swimming instruction in the pool.
His friends stared at him laughing knowing the pain he was enduring, they took turns to challenge and ask him to enter the pool and woo her.
He got angry and took the bottle of beer he had been sipping for the past 3 hours and quickly selected the best out of the thousand lines he had been rehearsing for a day like this.
He walked towards the pool to cheering of his friends. He called her name but she didn’t turn back and so he dived into the pool and that was when he remembered he can’t swim.
Two days later as he lay on his back motionless inside the cold coffin searching through the familiar faces that have come to pay their last respect to the lad who drowned in the pool.
He searched and searched but the love of his life was nowhere in sight. His soul was in regret at the thought that the reason for his untimely death was somewhere living her life.
—–Tribute to that young boy who died in hotel keziah—
Kogwuonye patrick onyeka