This is a serie brought to you on pejoweb by me (perkyspunk).

As expressed by the tittle, this serie is a fiction catalysed by unexpressed burning feelings of emotions and ecstasy, love and lust. Though fictitious, this serie is presented in a manner that makes it seem rather nonfictitious. 

 

 SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST —EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY is a serie that is laced in two phases. Thus, it may come either in prose or poetry form. It may come with different subheadings. 

 

If you have ever had unexpressed feelings, if you love 'love', if you like and fancy romance, if you love to read a good piece, expect this serie every Sunday.

 

 

SMOULDERING FEELINGS, LOVE AND LUST—EMOTIONS AND ECSTASY IN MY GALLERY.

SEASON ONE.

 

MY NEMESIS Episode one (1).

 *DAPHNE.

I stood behind him, my heart was throbbing as though it would leap out of its cage. I was restless, I noticed I was breathing heavily and hard. Were the people around hearing my breathing sounds? Were they hearing my gaspings? Did they notice how uneasy I was? I tried to control that, I ended up gasping the more— I gave it up.

 

Unconsciously I stared at his back, his manly features, the finely carved and well arranged buttocks well fitted in the chinos trousers he was wearing. Slowly and still in my subconsciousness, my eyes crept up to his broad shoulders, even from behind I could see the finely developed muscular arms. Wow!! Does he affect other women the way he did me? I thought within myself. I was imagining things,Wild and dirty thoughts started creeping in on me . I discarded them by pinching myself back to reality—back on the queue where we were. 

 

I have always avoided situations that would put us (me and him) in one place but I had also told myself that I must get my PVC (permanent voters card) today and because fate has never been on my side, here was I on the same queue, Not just that, standing right next to him.

 

Not too long after I brought back myself from my wild imaginations, someone said something that would make him want to turn behind, he was about to turn behind. oh! fate you are wicked. I bent my head,  closed my eyes, prayed to heaven, gods and whatever there is to be prayed to —"please don't let him turn". I knew better what would happen if he did turn. As wicked fate would have it, he did turn—my prayers were not answered. He stepped out of the line and faced me squarely And there was I, on my toes, on the edge. Oh gods. His lips were full, quite kissable, really inviting, a bit pink and oh! his manliness was doing something I can't really find the words to say. His gray white eyes met mine, all in just a few seconds and I could feel my breast stand, they were twitching, they were yearning for a squeeze, my legs were becoming weak, I could feel my face burning hot, my eyes were blinking thrice faster than usual. I hated myself. I knew he knew he had seen me somewhere and I knew what he was about to say. In order to be saved from the shame of succumbing so easily. With my head bent, I stepped out of the line, I turned my back and walked home as fast as my already weak legs could carry me.

SEASON ONE

 

MY NEMESIS part two (2)

*EPHRAIM*

 

I began to wonder if she hates me that much. Could she hate me just like that without even knowing who I am? 

The first time I saw her, was kinda different. At least she spoke that day. I can still remember It was in a retail shop close to my apartment. I had gone to get some detergents. And for the first time ... No, actually, for the second time in my life I saw someone who made my heart skipped a beat. 

 

At moments like this, I usually don speak cuz I fear I may puke. But fortunately at least, that day I left my cowardice self at home and took my flirting self. "My name is Ephraim but people often call me Ephy—yeah as in I-F-I," I said, stressing it  in a way that sounded more like a joke. She smiled, was she smiling because I wore only a vest to cover my chest? Well, it was a bit dark but the smile wasn't hidden, it was pleasant she was definitely damn beautiful. She looked at me for a moment and then she turned cold. I couldn't even tell but she became clumsy. "I'm Daphne" she managed to say. "You live around here?" I could swear she didn't want to answer the last question but some heavenly spirit must have compelled her and she muttered "yes I do" and hurriedly she left. I went home with this feeling you get when you achieve something. I just couldn't figure what I had achieved. 

 

The following day I asked around, no heads or tails. I began to wonder if I had seen a spirit yesterday. Well, I wouldn't be shocked, she was too beautiful to be human. I was just unlucky. As if that wasn't enough, my younger brother began to do what he does best—to tease me. After a lot of insults, he finally said "I have good news for you" 

I knew it was another prank of his, but deep down I was expecting good news sure it was. Only that it was barely useless.

 

"She graduate for my school, na she be head girl dah time. And the good news be say she don get admission for this una prestigious family University". He said the last words almost in-between a laugh. I knew he was talking about Benue State University.(BSU) And that was it; that was all I ever heard of her. I never heard anything more about her. But believe me, I never for once forgot her face and the thoughts of her, the innocent looks in her eyes always kept me on my toes.

 

After a very long time, I finally saw Daphne again yesterday... Things work well when the devil is asleep. A very nice angel who must have known that the devil was still sleeping pushed her on the queue right behind me.

 

I have always been adamant about coming to get my PVC ( permanent voters card). But somehow a good heavenly being must have been behind pushing me to go for it. It must be angel Gabriel because he made sure that I went to the right place—where I would find Daphne. The Redeemed christian church was nearer to my house but I preferred to go to the school Chaplaincy. No wonder, it was for a worthwhile reason. There was beautiful Daphne right behind me.

 

Fate is cunning, it never does anything completely well. Somehow, I forgot my flirting self at home and my cowardice self was there looking for a reason to turn behind and steal a glance at the Pretty face behind me. What a pity!

 

I stood, there lost in thoughts, for almost an hour, thinking of what to say. The line wasn't even moving fast. 

 

"Welcome to BSU where we do everything on queue.  Yet, nothing goes well" Phizzy my course mate said. I knew she was referring to Daphne because she was the only 'year one' student close to us and maybe she was uneasy. And here came that opportunity to talk to her. I turned as though to face Phizzy but Somewhere within me, my flirty self, that bold me, that talking me sprang out at the sight of her so I faced her. Oh she was the truest definition of 'pulchritude'. Just a look at her face and I had a million things to say. But then something happened. My luck had died maybe the devil was now awake, she turned back spitefully and left for God knows where. She acted like she was impelled by an impulse. I wanted follow but no, I knew better what my course mates, especially Ricky and Phizzy would do if I followed her.

The good news be say na the only place weh remain to do PVC for Makurdi be this. I was sure she would come back the next day. I consoled myself with that and I let go thoughts of cursing myself for not following her.

 

I did the process that day but I just spent the rest of that day idling around smiling sheepishly.

Watch out for episode 3 next Sunday.