True story on Mr. Best's love life

                                       THE DAY SHE FIRST SAW ME

The frown on her face depicted the worse portrait of my late grandmother I had ever seen; the fake smile which seemed forced. With her fancy transparent glasses lying on tip of her nose, she starred so hard at me; up and down that I thought her retina would pop off her eyes. She asked very surprisingly with a with a sign of no smile; “Are you Best?” At that point her mouth carved a curve shape with her teeth slightly closed- she raised her right arm to her shoulder level with her second finger pointing upwards as if she were going to say ‘Whatever’. I am Best, you are welcome to my bed-sit. ‘Bed-sit’ a word I found in the dictionary as a synonym to the word ‘apartment’. I earlier on blackberry messenger gave her the impression that I spoke good English, so I used big English words like Wole Soyinka would always do; those she called good English.

“Come in” I said as I went for the door handle- opened it and waited for her to join. She walked in reluctantly, one step before another in about ten seconds interval, looking head to toes at me, at my bed; then robbed her hands slowly and slowly as she sat down on my red reading chair. She looked so beautiful even with the forced smile; she braided her natural hair backwards with a little addition of an artificial hair which made it longer. Her makeup was slight, very slight with her lips slight red and eye-lashes carefully brushed down. I stood by her I wondered why she gazed at me that way. I wondered if she saw me as ‘handsome’; No, I don’t think so. Maybe she was seeing something else; my closeness to the ground- my height.

This is a true story on what happened to Mr. Best. ANSU's shortest student and the number one citizen from the ground. 

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