It was a beautiful Sunday, the sun was at its peak, its warmth called a lot of us to Cross Road Motel, located at the heart of the business town of Blantyre city. It’s a place where food and refreshments are served. Malawians, Americans, Europeans and Asians eat there and almost ninety percent of the shops in the mall are owned by Indians. I sat close to the edge of its walls so I could enjoy the town’s view. I called a waiter and ordered a vanilla flavoured milkshake, I usually go for chocolate but today I chose differently.
As I was waiting for the milkshake I looked around to see how many had flooded to this place. Across the room sat a short, beautiful girl. She looked like an angel from the Hollywood movies. My eyes didn’t leave her face, she was too breath-taking to exist. Her lips were strawberry red, the smile on her face took me to a place where it was just the two of us and we were surrounded by magic.
I heard her voice and the smooth laughs that were coming from the angelical looking princess. Surely God separated her in the womb of her mother and anyone could see that she was the true definition of beauty.
“Sir here is your milkshake, enjoy your day,” said a waitress, waking me from my day dream.
Surprisingly I noticed I was now sitting next to the angel. It was if I was pulled towards her table — like a magnet. I don’t remember moving from my chair to the booth she was sitting at.
“Thanks but give it to this beautiful lady and bring me another one, make it chocolate this time,” I replied.
The girl was hesitant to take it, so I insisted. “Thanks so much, that’s very kind of you, sir,” she answered. My heart was filled with joy, I felt like a gentleman.
“Please call me William,” I didn’t want her to address me as if I was someone important.
“I’m Ester,” she said with her eyes fixed on mine.
“Nice meeting you Ester, but please sip the milkshake before it gets warm,” I joked.
“Please give it to me,” she asked.
“Really? It’s just there on the table but since you asked, your wish is my command your highness,” I answered in a way that I thought could spice up the conversation.
As she held the cup in her hand she used her other hand to take off the tinted glasses she was wearing and when I looked at her eyes I noticed she was blind. You can imagine how stupidly awkward I felt. Everything in me melted. I questioned God for a split second, why did he make her that way, especially since she was so beautiful.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t being mean or disrespectful. It’s just that I’m blind so I depend on others to hand me things so I can easily access them by myself,” she said.
Her reply only made things worse. I needed saving. Fortunately the waitress came and gave me the milkshake that tasted like a lemon on my tongue. Inside I was cursing myself for being insensitive and talkative when I should’ve been observant of the environment I was in. Before I could say anything I heard a voice from behind. “Ester, let’s go,” said a woman in her mid-thirties.
I looked at my wrist watch, it was exactly five in the evening and the sound it produced was as loud as that of a violin. For the first time in my life I heard the clock ticking disturbingly, it reminded me how I had ruined the day for the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met. I wish I had more time to talk to her so I could take back what I had said, but God forbid it. Maybe one day our paths will cross again and I will make it up to her. Up until that day, the clock is always ticking.
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