Friday, 24 April 2009

The Saxophonist 7

The Wednesday and the Thursday that passed before I was to see Moses again were the longest two days ever. But the pain of waiting was reduced by the fact that of necessity, I was confined for hours to that airy reading room near the amphitheatre of the science complex, one of my favorite places on the campus to sit and study. Very light and bright, with large windows providing views of the lagoon and offering a strategic view of Jaja Hall, a hall of residence for men. The sea breeze off the lagoon and the agreeable surroundings were supposed to help to focus my thoughts on my work, but every passing student was in my mind immediately compared to Moses. It always came back to Moses, whatever I did. There were many men in the vicinity and I've often wondered if I liked this place so much because the rooms of Jaja Hall had windows from floor to ceiling, such that it was quite possible to see right inside the rooms from where I was sitting. I did the best I could with revision and preparation for the exams. I desperately wanted to become free from studying and education generally, so that I could do all those things I'd always dreamed of. And the way out was to pass these exams, graduate and move somewhere far away from home and family. But there was this new complication in my life, my relationship with Moses. It was a distraction that I didn't need, but one which I had no control over.

Friday finally came and I arrived at the Shrine, careful not to arrive as early as I had done the last time I was here. Even before I turned into Pepple Street, I saw Moses standing at the corner looking in the direction from which I was approaching. He had seen me and it seemed to me that he was out there just to meet me. I was surprised, but I realised then that he must have been missing me too, perhaps almost as much as I had missed him. I thought to myself how unkind this world is, that denied us the joy of rushing towards each other and jumping into each other's arms. I loved Moses and I could see that he cared for me too. Smiling at each other from the moment we made eye contact, we came together, him walking towards me. I saw that he was being careful not to attract attention to us, so we just shook hands and walked side by side towards the Shrine. The gate was already open and he led me in, past those waiting in the queue and past that handsome bouncer who I kind of fancied the first time I came here. Moses nodded to the bouncer as we passed. It was a strange feeling I had whenever I was with Moses. It was a lovely warm feeling, the feeling of being where I am meant to be. Nothing seemed as important as being with him. I had never felt this way before, but I also knew that I never wanted to lose this feeling. The Shrine already had some people inside and it was a bit noisy. Moses and I went to a quiet corner and then he told me that Grace had left to see her parents this morning. There was excitement in his eyes and surely he too would have noticed the joy that was in mine. We agreed that we would meet at the corner where we had just met. I was to proceed there after the show and he would meet me when he finished what he had to do.

The show went on as usual. At break time we looked at each other knowingly, but made no move to do what we had done each time since the first day we met. I has happy. Here was Moses right before me. And he was mine, even if only for tonight. All thoughts about Jurisprudence, Equity and Trusts Law, psychology and all exams were banished from my mind. Tonight belonged to Moses and me and I was going to enjoy it. I was excited and danced as I loved to do to Fela's music. Eventually when the show ended, I went outside and waited for Moses. It was nearly an hour before he came out and even then, he wasn't alone as is often the case in this place. Still, I knew that I was leaving this place with the man I loved, so no amount of waiting was too much. Moses left his colleagues and came towards me. I moved further forward and turned the corner so that by the time he reached me, we would be out of sight of his colleagues. We immediately clasped hands and headed towards the Ikeja bus station, a typically rowdy and chaotic bus station even at this late hour and potentially dangerous at night, as is any other major bus station in Lagos. But I was with Moses and felt in no danger.

We boarded a taxi and headed towards Ogba where Moses had his home. Before now, I had tried not to think too much about what would happen this evening after the show and in particular, where we would go and what we would get up to. But this was unfolding right before me, even before I'd had the time to think about it. We were seated in the taxi, at the back. Our bodies were pressed against each other and Moses casually swung his arm around my shoulder. It felt to me as if he was asserting his claim over me. This man owned me and I absolutely loved it. Traffic was unusually light and we arrived at our destination after about 15 minutes of riding in the taxi. Moses paid the fare and led me through a locked gate which he opened and relocked. It was a block of four flats, typical of this part of town, two flats downstairs and two upstairs. Theirs was the one downstairs on the right side from the front as we walked up the path leading to the building. It was dark and I was unable to take in all of the surroundings, but I sensed that it was a reasonably decent neighbourhood. Moses opened the front door, let us into their flat and turned on a lamp that sat on a cabinet near the door. The sitting room was tastefully furnished, spartan, in exactly the style that appealed to me. There were two two-seat sofas against two of the walls, a furry rug at the centre of the room and a glass coffee table on the rug. This was a lovely home, a nest that Moses and Grace had created for themselves. I instantly felt like an intruder.

Later, Moses told me that he was puzzled by my reaction when I entered their flat for the first time and I tried to explain to him that I felt odd entering this place because it had the imprint of Grace all over it. It was his home, but it was hers too and I felt like an outsider, an interloper. Sensing this, Moses tried to make me relax. He knew that I enjoyed being physically close to him and he made sure never to be in a position where I couldn't just reach out and touch him. He poured some brandy, I guess to lighten the mood and I sat on one of the sofas. Moses put on some music, George Benson, Al Jarreau, Roy Ayers, Earl Klugh, Herbie Hancock, but the music was low and so was the lighting. He joined me on the sofa and we sat together just enjoying being together, luxuriating in this moment, alone and in private, not saying much. It was our first time like this and although I knew that he must be tired after the show, he seemed more concerned to see that I was relaxed and comfortable. On the sofa, he placed his arm around my shoulder again and pulled me close and then we kissed. This was the moment I had been waiting for all these days. I responded enthusiastically and from that moment on, what happened between Moses and me cannot be published here. Suffice it to say that this was the most exquisite night that I had ever lived through, although I flatly refused to be led into their bedroom. He fetched some pillows and we curled up together on cushions taken from the sofas and placed on the rug, and in each other's arms we slept intermittently, between bouts of gentle lovemaking. Moses made me very happy that night.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

So is this how the story ends?

Anengiyefa said...

Hi Anonymous, I'm not sure you know..:)

Amooti, Uganda said...

1. ((((Music)))).....I wish I was in your arms like a spanish guitar, you would play me through the night........
by Toni Braxton.



2. ((((Music))))))......I wish I was the wind you blow in your saxo....

by Moses Records.

Anengiyefa said...

Amooti, lol! You should consider a song writing career then, shouldn't you? :)

Rox said...

discovered your blog rather belatedly but I am enjoying every moment of going through the archives. You have such a way with words!! Very very exciting and building up your reader's curiosity, hmm, you have you a new fan,......

I've just started blogging and I seriously admire you, you've got it going on!!

Sad though that there is no continuation to this story....aaww....It sounds so real and exciting am envious!!

Anengiyefa said...

Hi Rox, I'm excitied that you find my blog interesting. I've visited yours too and its cool. I'll visit frequently. Meanwhile, youre most welcome here and thanks for your kind comments. :)