I remember the day I first saw him. It was on a beautiful Monday morning. I walked my younger sister to school. He was with some of his colleagues on his way to work. He looked at me, smiled and said, “Hi”. “What a handsome, tall man,” I said to my sister. We both laughed and said if only he were not wearing those ugly boots. Later that day my neighbour said he had a message for me. I did not pay much attention.
The next day I walked my sister to school and again we ran into him. Like the day before, he smiled, greeted, and walked on. I turned around to look at him only to find he had done the same! I felt butterflies in my stomach. A week passed without seeing him. Just as I started to wonder what had happened to him, my phone rang. “Hi, is this Nicole?” asked a deep voice. “Yes,” I said. “Who is this?” “Willy*,” he said.“Willy who? And where did you get my cellphone number?” “I got it from your neighbour, Musa*.