Love Makes Everything Beautiful Continued from penultimate edition

After some hours, at down to eat. Koko left the farm to find water and Monday didn’t wait. He opened the flask and began to swallow big lumps of garri. Before Koko came back, the flask was empty. Koko was pained, a few drops of tears stood on her cheeks. He claimed He didn’t know the food was for two. Koko left the farm angrily. I blamed Monday for vexing her, She was my only hope of getting the job done correctly. Monday replied arrogantly, “na my woman, she wan go bring another hoe so we go fast fast do your work. She no fit leave me go, I sabi am”.  I didn’t think he was right, half an hour later, I heard grasses rustle under approaching footsteps. I looked up.
I was awestruck. Koko it was, with a hoe!.

“Na me put am belle! I sabi who I keep for house. I be man” he boasted.
Wowed, I sat down to observe her. Koko was sane. Koko was beautiful. Koko was neat. Koko was kind. Koko was humble.
How on earth, did Koko find love for a madman? How did Monday pull this off? I’d only been there a few times, but I have seen decent young men in that village- bike riders, labourers, farmers etc, all sane. And Koko Is Monday’s wife?
Then I noticed the bulge in her tummy. I hadn’t seen it before. Wonders!

I looked at Monday, He was dirty but he was handsome. I imagined his face clean shaved. The sweat that poured down his body as he worked pronounced his abs and chest. Fine shape.
When Monday looked up and found me seated, studying them he accused me of eyeing his wife.
“Oga, no use your fineboy take my woman o” he said. I wasn’t offended, I found it funny, because Koko found it funny.
Oga Monday was a funny man as well.

The man I met was Monday, madness was all I could see but I could see differently now, because of Koko.

We finised the job. I added half his charge to the pay, for Koko. I wanted to make sure he didn’t greedily pocket all, like he did with the food. “Who I go give the money?”
Monday laughed. “Give my wife’, he said. ‘Make she hold am”.

I went home tired, hungry and feeling sickly. But throughout my short journey home, thought of Monday and Koko.

And someone out there still thinks  love is not achievable? Someone out there thinks they do not deserve love?
Someone out there is OK with been half loved?
SMH.

You see this thing called love, it knows you. It can find you and it will come straight at you, If you believe.

Life is Love, Love is Life.
Love is beautiful.
William-Jaja wrote from Port Harcourt