Ishaku vowed never to let anyone in again!
He'd gotten heartbroken so many times he doubted he still had a heart left. He was grateful the functioning of the organ was not dependent on the emotional bashing it suffered. Else, it would have packed up.
His modus operandi was simple. Never fall in love. He did not shut the door on relationships and entanglements. He just never allowed the lady get to the point of tugging his heart strings.
That was until he met Banke.
Her shoulder-long, black hair was offset by pussycat-brown eyes. Full lips enclosed small, beautiful dentition. Tall as a model, she rocked the kind of full body those would never have.
The moment he laid eyes on her, he felt his resolve dissolve like a desert illusion. There and then, he knew he was doomed.
To help himself, he kept his distance and observed. He realized that she was a down-to-earth person who disliked faking. Therein lay his salvation.
He cornered her one day, doing a horrible wanna-gonna accent.
She waited till he was done. All the while, holding his gaze. Contrary to his hope that she'd tell him off. She said, "When you decide what you want, you know where to find me."
He knew no sleep that night. The knowledge that she was not averse to him complicated things.
He made a decision in the early hours of the morning. He would give himself to her. Let what may, happen.
By 0800, news of a building collapse, broke. Banke was one of the fatalities.
That was three years ago. Ishaku has been in a mental institution since then.
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