The Country Boy & Country Girl..

It was a lovely evening. The orange shimmer of the setting sun lighting the earth with such radiance.It was quiet and peaceful. Except for occasional mow of calves that were hyperactive threatening to purge and break the tier towards the mother cows which were being milked. Young children were stealthily maneuvering around the fence to their home as dusk beckoned. Having spent the entire afternoon playing in dirt, the hiding by the homesteads dense was a calculative strategy to watch and sneak home before mother notices and gives them a beating that will send them running for water and pail.

Being a warm summer, the flowers blossomed giving our village an aura of beautiful scent. That evening, I had gone with my friend Achie to pick wild flowers. We loved doing that and with artificial vase which was basically a container of solid cooking oil arrange our flowers with such affluence blending the colors that will leave us smiling with satisfaction. 

I trudged on the narrow path that led to my home. Clinging on my bouquet of wild flowers. I listened to the whistling of a white owl. Birds chirped melodiously from the tree branches overlaying the path. Home was beautiful and calm. Cowboys exhaustively led their flocks home, whistling and in soliloquy addressing their herds.

I was met with a few boys from the next village who said hello and went their way. We went to the same school. Then as I was about to turn to the last corner and enter our homestead, he appeared with his herd.

" Hello" he said holding his guarding stick by his armpit and extending the other hand to shake mine.

" Hello" I answered him.  He had been my friend for long. We talked a little bit and I bid to go. All the while, he didn't let go off my hand. He stared at the roses, smelled some and chose one purple flower. 

" These are beautiful, he said"." I know I smell the skin of goats but allow me to put this in your hair."

Though my hair was as tough and daft grass, he put it eventually and said I was beautiful. Kyle was his name. That evening, I stood with him for a long time. A young girl with a bunch of wildflowers still oozing drops of liquid from the unconventionally cut stalk; a young cowboy, his guard of milk, stick and his ever present companion. A dog, whom he called "Fox". He told me that his heart beats with mine and that night, under the witness of the galaxy, we kissed even when we didn't know what that was. We had only seen that in the rich neighbor's TV when we once sneaked but had no idea what it was all about. I ended up spitting the saliva though. And when the spring rains came, I was Kyle's and he was mine. Two inseparable things, like a beetle and cow-dung trying to make our destiny happen.He was the country boy, and I was his wing lady country girl.