A White Room

There she was, all alone, sitting in the corner. I watched from afar this girl who I had taken a liken to. I was taken aback by her peaceful nature as she sat with no conflict. She didn’t move nor flinch a muscle. Long and slender she was with beautiful long black hair her that covered one half of her face. She didn’t have on any clothes but colorful art adorned her gracious body. I yearned to get a much better look of her and I fought my way through the crowd to stand face to face with my recently discovered goddess. I was in no hurry and moved at a steady pace when I got pulled by the sleeve of my shirt. I looked to see who it was and there standing was John Achu- a short wealthy man with a drinking problem. No one really knew how he made his money but that wasn’t important to most who were in business with him.

“Chidi, my brother, are you enjoying yourself?” He asked me with a cheeky grin on his face. “C’mon brother, have a drink.”

“I will, when the time is right and yes, I’m having fun.” I replied him. “Actually you are in my way right now, I was on my way to meet that girl who is sitting in that corner.”

I pointed to the corner where she sat and to my surprise she had left. I took a quick glance around the room and she was nowhere to be found. I stood there, disappointed, like a man who had lost a needle in a haystack. John looked at me, confusion written all over his face.

“What the hell are you saying brother? What girl?” He asked, eyes still fixated on me as I looked around the room hoping to find her.

“John! Let me be. You have distracted me and now I can’t find her. Thank you for making me lose focus.”

He let out a loud laugh and said to me “Brother, there are enough girls in the room. Make your choice, you’re a good looking man, none of them should be difficult for you.”

I walked away infuriated. John had a habit of disturbing me especially when I was in pursuit of something. I took a drink as he suggested and headed to something else that had fascinated me. I looked at it with so much admiration as I put my right hand on it. I tried to feel the strokes on the object I had put my hand on, I wanted to understand what went through the artist’s mind as he struck his brush on his canvas. The painting told a sad story: it was a woman with tears that rolled down her cheeks holding baby sized clothes. I quickly wiped off tears from my eyes and I downed my glass of champagne. I still stood in front of the panting when I was joined by another admirer.

“So much pain in one picture. It’s disheartening,” she says.

I looked at her and I was lost for words. She was an embodiment of an embodiment of beauty. She had a perfect set of teeth which she flashed at me.

“Y-Ye-Ye-Yes.” I replied my gorgeous companion.

“I was almost in tears. Yet another master piece by Frank Van Ghoul.” she says.

“I was in tears. Hope this can be our little secret.”

We both laughed.

“I like men who aren’t ashamed to hide their feelings. I am Vanessa by the way.”

“I’m Chidi” I replied with a wide smile on my face.

Our conversation eased out from the painting to the painter to us. She was the daughter of a big oil tycoon who had a thing for galleries, and she loved art so much that she had her own gallery filled with art she had purchased from all over the world. Every time she smiled, I felt time stop as my heart melted away. Her black dress wouldn’t have looked better on anyone but her with her beautiful caramel coloured skin. Time flew pretty quick as we kept each other busy.  She was an exquisite being. She then led me to another painting at the other end of the room which was a lot different.

“Do you believe in God Vanessa?” I asked her, with my eyes focused on the painting.

“Why do you ask?”

“I have had my doubts about the existence of a higher being. A being that watches over us, a so called being that loves us yet allows us to go through so much pain. But sometimes, there are things that happen that are too deep for understanding. People call it coincidences, I call them miracles. Sometimes I believe he really he is up there. Now looking at this painting, you can picture it out here, in the real world and you can’t tell me he doesn’t exist. Mother nature is a reminder of the existence of a higher being.”

“I have never thought of it that way. I have heard about God but I don’t believe in him, I don’t place faith in religion.”

“I’m sure you stare in the mirror everyday, looking at yourself. You have got to believe in God.”

She blushed and took a sip of champagne.

From time to time, she would gather the hair on the right side on her face behind her ear and smile at me.

“What the hell, let’s get out of here, find somewhere safe and quiet.” I said to her as she nodded in agreement.

All I could think was me ripping of that black dress with my teeth and hoping that her skin tasted as good as it looked. Just as we were about to leave, I saw the girl I had seen earlier, the naked girl covered in tattoos. I left Vanessa’s side in a hurry without caring for the pleasures I was giving up. The girl took a seat in another corner of the room. Like a hunter approaching its prey, I took slow, quiet and majestic steps towards her. The closer I got, the faster my heart pounded. I was excited and anxious, nervous and scared. There I stood, eight feet away from her, close enough to appreciate this body of art from the most flawless artist known to man. She had noticed my presence and looked right back at me. Her face bore no emotion, her eyes showed she was devoid of a soul yet she sat there so peacefully. I was now four feet away from her. Despite her emotionless nature, she was quintessential. As I stretched my right hand to reach for her body, I heard someone shout my name. It was Vanessa.

“Are you okay, Chidi? Why did you run off like that?” She asked with a worried look on her face.

I Ignored her. I turned my back to look at the naked girl, but again she was nowhere to be found.

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