Campus Love Story: Part 1

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“Jesse , you know I love you.”  Christina replied. But how could Jesse trust the girl who had broken his heart over and over again? He didn’t say anything. He got up from his bed and went to the window. He looked out the window. The sky was tar- black and the large clouds were moving towards him. He heard a tapping on the window
and then it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs danced with spray and He could hear the murmuring of the
rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

“What they are saying about me is not true.” Christina burst out into tears. ” I… I… I love you Jesse and I would never do such a thing to you.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was trembling. Jesse, six feet tall, and heavily muscled. He had short black hair that matched with his deep black eyes. His skin. Dark. His face was set into a scowl, clearly annoyed by her defiance. His shoulders were stiff and Christina could tell his muscles were coiled and ready to spring. He was ready for a hunt. He was ready for a fight. And he was ready for blood to be spilled. He kept his hands in the pockets still looking out the window and never spoke.

The two had met two years ago. Jesse was running down the stairs when he bumped into her. He had gone to the ladies’ hostel to pick up his book from a course mate. Christina was on her way up the stairs when the hurrying Jesse slightly knocked down her books. They both said sorry at the same time and went down to pick up the books. They both reached for the same book. Their hands touched. Their eyes met and without saying a word, a union was created. Love. She pulled out hers


very fast and let Jesse pick the remaining ones for her. He apologized to her as he gave her the books. On his way out, reality befell him. He had been confused by the lady’s beauty. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she thanked him. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at him over her puffy, heart shaped lips. Not content to be just another drone, she wore vibrant clothes. She was super cute. He latter found out who she was and to his surprise, Christina also had felt something from their first meeting. Love was created. A strong relationship was born.

It continued to rain heavily. Jesse had not changed his posture. Christina continued to sob. She didn’t know what to do next. She wished she had never come to Jesse’s room. She blamed herself. She had come to explain herself. To tell Jesse that what people were saying about her were all lies. That those were people who were jealous of their relationship. She had thought she could convince him to that. Jesse then turned around and walked to her. Held her by the shoulders and said: so you think I didn’t see you? You think I believe in rumours, don’t you?

Patrick Lumumba Abonyo

This is part 1 of the  Campus Love story. Stay tuned for more.

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  1. Reblogged this on UP WITH HOPE. DOWN WITH DOPE. and commented:

    She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she thanked him. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, moon shadow-black hair. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gazed at him over her puffy, heart shaped lips. Not content to be just another drone, she wore vibrant clothes. She was super cute…

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