I’m a “go with the flow” kind of girl and I owe spontaneity about a third of my success. Everything in my life started with an unplanned trip to Ghana; that’s where I met the supposed love of my life, that’s where I sold my first art and also where I got swindled of my entire cryptocurrency. Life after Ghana was thrilling! I finally got to understand how life was to be lived, it was during this trip that I realized I could fall in love not strategically but recklessly. It wasn’t the kind of love portrayed in movies, it was haphazard and random but I fell fast like I had nothing to lose. Because in reality, I didn’t – I never bought into the concept of monogamy talk more of marriage. I believed the only place one could truly lose themselves was in a marriage and so I let this bi-racial god sweep me off my feet and into bliss.
Till today I cannot explain how I screamed a tearful yes when he went down on bent knees; or how I walked down the aisle in a princess dress to tie myself to someone permanently. In hindsight, I’ll say that spontaneity played the biggest role there. Well… whatever it was, I am married now. I’m a doting wife to a bipolar, bi-racial man who sees the need to constantly be on those little, blue pills. Everyone who’s heard of his condition has sent their condolences, I’ve also heard their gossip that six months was too short a time for courtship. For me, this is déjà vu. It’s my parents’ marriage all over and so I do the exact thing my bipolar mother did.
Spontaneously, I place a pillow over my sleeping husband and hold still till he stops fighting.
Read – Goodbye my Friend – A Flash Fiction by Poet Darple, Tanzania
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