Philadelphia Day 12
He told her, ‘Show me who you really are Ada. Show me’
He outlined her naked body with his fingertips and traced the outline on her lips.
‘Show me who you are here’, he said as he touched her where her heart was.
‘Not who you are here’, he said as he grazed her crotch.
‘I can’t’, she cried as the tears began to sting. ‘I don’t know who I am anymore.’
She lay there. Naked. Bare. Tears falling sideways from her eyes as Emeka stared at her.
She was a shadow of the girl he grew up with. The girl he had told his mother at six years old he would marry. But time passes and things change and you find yourself running to catch up to the promises you made, the dreams you had. You run and manage to catch some of it but some of the important ones manage to pass through your fingers. Like Ada.
Her father had been murdered and left on the ground to die during an uprising in the village. It was the summer he had gone abroad to study on a scholarship. They had promised each other; letters, phone calls and postcards. He had promised her he would come back for her. And he did. But it was too late.
Her and her mother and packed up to Enugu to stay with an uncle and that was all anyone had known.
Years after, he had found her in a dingy room in the ghetto selling her body to earn a living. Yet as he looked at her, he tried to resurrect the girl he once knew with his eyes. He tried to will her to come out and talk to him. He tried and he failed.
'I'm going to save you Ada', he said as he held her. 'Even if it kills me. I am going to save you.'”