Temporarily left to our own devices the brown white atmosphere allowed a certain level of comfort.
Conversation flowed easily and we moved from topic to topic.
Up until this point no more than a few respectfully placed phrases has met in the air but a mutual respect and common interests allowed us to feel at ease.
Nothing romantic. Not at all.
He shared secrets of word play and triumphs of lost love reborn and I listened.
"I do wonder what it would be like to be with a girl from the same tribe as me, a Muslim Hausa... It would be nice. Shared language, shared tradition and shared belief systems..."
I wonder if he noticed the flick in my eye lids as I adjusted my thoughts and pushed away what had invaded my subconscious.
He had shined a light on my life without even realising it.
Reminded me of hopeless wishes and grey sunshine.
Reality washed over me and I was silenced.
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