THE TWO COMPATIBLE HEARTS

      When I met Amanda for the first time, I
knew she couldn’t make a good soul mate because I had been made to believe she
couldn’t  but I was young in some ways, I
didn’t know what my heart wanted most in a girl.  Though she had sat before me many times, her
eyes telling me she loved me, I had never observed sincerity in her blue eyes.
All I know was that Amanda was a girl whose eyes scanned your pockets first
before she put her hands around your neck. 
 Guys said If you found her seated
alone in the reading room or under one of those luxuriant trees in the school
compound, pale and stressed then you knew she had some money problems, that her
problems were endless, that one, every boy at Gilen high school knew it well. I
had heard some little boys calling her zakariya, I didn’t know what it was
until a friend told me that it was a nick name for anyone who had a strong love
for money. So everyone knew her as girl interested in fleshly materials and
that was one of those things you couldn’t stand if you were the one dating her.
One day I felt like breaking all the promises I had built between us but it is
one those difficult decisions you can’t make quickly when you have been soaked
in love. I struggled with dilemma until I learnt that it was wise to write her
a chit for a meeting.
      I went up, sat on the balcony and (...)

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