Because her first contact with me was at the event of essay writing competition, so she always thought I was nothing but an essayist and that my future blinked nothing but light of letters. Subsequently, life continued until magnetic love came in; we became emotionally attached. Because of the rainstorm of romantic expressions that descended from my tongue into her ears, citing names of world celebrated lovers like Romeo and Juliet, Heloise and Abelard, she began to think that all my readings were on romantic books and essays. She saw me as nothing but a real lasting lover.
While walking towards the outskirt of the city someday, a young man and a smoker passing by the way, intentionally blew his badly smelling cigarette to us that sent us coughing. I made a step backward like a bull and gave the smoker a harsh blow on his nose that was more of a chimney. Blood began to gush out until certain people came and settled the matter. Because of that, she thought I was really a fighter and that my readings and watching were not only on romantic books and movies, but also on martial arts.
Just sitting and leaning on a tree, divergent birds singing melodiously in varieties of tunes, green grasses whirling stylishly, the gentle breeze fanning us, we then heard a noise near by; it were two young men fighting. We rushed there and realised that one of them lost his money and the other found it but seriously denied that the former was the owner. I suddenly fetched some money from my side pocket and gave to the other one. They all happily thanked me and took to their different ways. Because of that, she was amazed and could no longer see me as only a fighter but also a conciliator.
After the memorable romance, we took our way to a bookshop in the city. She always thought I was one of the most eloquent speakers of English language, until when she saw me buying a book titled "How to Construct a Good Sentence". She never believed I was the one who would use it until she saw me jotting down something from it someday.
So, I then told her to never have a single view of people; they are like the rainbow that has numerous colours. First impression is not the single definition of a person; it may be right or wrong, or just partial. She today remembers me as a writer, a lover, a fighter, a conciliator and a learner. Gentlemen and ladies, let's go out, gist and have fun with other people to truly, if not fully, understand them.
Abdul Mutallib Muktar
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