Alpha Meera and the Peasant King

Bring Me Roses

College was beginning to get boring, the professors, monotonous repetitions, acivities and the old gigantic college buildings, no longer stole my attention.

Yet, there was a time I craved college like air, I sought after it like a mountain goats or a hart pants after the water brooks. I used to keep a resolution book and a small diary, which was kind of a typical girl thing. But since, I've dropped the idea and all, I now lived in the moment.

I didn't stop for any particular reason, but the fact that my life was moving too fast and the feeling that I was missing out of everything in girlhood. I was among the scholars in class but I wasn't enjoying life to the fullest.

Looking around my dorm room, a thought flashes through my mind. ' It's graduation year already and the dawn of adulthood and Independence wasn't far no more'.

My roomie Paulina wasn't around, she had gone partying with friends in the beach. She was at Port Meadow, Oxford, having the time of their life and so was a bunch of my course mates right now.

She asked me to come along of course, but I declined the invitation earlier, stating I had papers to study and term papers to work on.

Idly, I sat on my dorm rooms bed, twisting and locking my curly hairs.

I had a striking green eyes, and a blonde hair. My skin looks sensitive and delicate. So delicate they could charm you into thinking I haven't ever done any sought of physical chore or labour.

My physique was so much like my mother's, only she didn't have blue eyes like me. Most of the boys that attempted asking me out in the past, confessed they were first drawn by my eyes, then my body, then my brains. Yes, in that order.

I was still in nightgown, and hair net, unconcerned about how messed up my hair was. I liked it messed up when I was in my dorm room anyway.

A sudden surge of energy flowed through me, I got up and reach for my phone on the table, but it was nowhere to be found. This was practically unlike the organized me. Normally, I litetally mapped out everything in my life on my e_note book or jotter pad.

Where could it be? I wondered. I rummaged through my handbags, pulse, bedsheets and duvets, but nothing was there. Frustrated, I let myself collapse on my bed, attempting to fall asleep again, unfortunately, I couldn't, instead my body stayed stayed awake and meditated.

Unexpectedly, a flash of memory ran through my head, and I was able to recall just where I left it and the last messages I sent out to over 5 people in the last one week instantly flashed to my head as well. I was amazed at how swift and smart my brain could react, just when I needed it to.

When I held the phone in my hand, I tried to remember why I wanted to find it so badly when I had little or nothing to do with it. Instinctively, I opened the app I formerly used in organizing and planing my day and week.

I read out my first paragraph.

"Hey! my name is Meera, most of my friends mistake my name for Melanie, most of the time, so I Simplified it as "Del" for them.

In full, my name's Meera Anthony. And I live in Port Harcourt." I heaved a sigh of relief, not bad. Only I forgot to mention I had two kid brothers in high school, grade 9 and grade 10, Kelvin and Raphael, respectively.

"What now," I murmured.

I laid on my bed for many minutes, and wondered what I was going to do with my life after graduation, which was only few weeks away.

Firstly, I decided to have as much fun as was available or I could make out. Next, I decided to get a boyfriend, even if he doesn't love me, I mean its been ages since someone kissed or cuddled me; of course I don't mean the ritual kissing and cuddling expected from family members and relations as a form of greeting.

My faculty here in Oxford is English language. The guys here are too gentle and calm for my liking. They didn't bring colour, spice or whatever to my life_ even my kid brothers; Raphael and Kelvin were more vibrant and interesting than any English student here in Oxford.

I am nineteen years old and am already rounding up my four years course in English language.

Languidly, I trudged to the bathroom to take a cold shower. In the bathroom, I undress and admire my n***d body via the bathroom mirror for over twenty minutes, i watched smelled, rubbed and traced the n***d curves of my hips, my round shoulders, full erect brests and my tiny waist. Satisfied, I turned on the shower.

when the cold water from the shower dropped on my bare skin, my body reacted in a funny way, oh, how I wish a guy was here with me right now, sharing in my nudity and vulnerability.

I stopped thinking and shut my eyes to feel the cold embrace from the fingers of the shower that snaked and fingered my body.

My hair, body, everywhere in me was wet. I peered at my armpit and inhaled it deeply, the satisfying smell from fresh soap and foam made me feel alive_ I grabbed a towel and dried myself.

Intentionally, I left my bed undressed and the floor of my dorm room wet from my foot in the shower. I dressed smartly, wore a pleasant deodorant and made my face prettier than it already was, with the help of make up.

My wooden door looked pale and tired, I pushed it open and it slammed against the wall. I feared it would splinter after another slam in like manner _my phone buzzed, it was my father Heather. I picked up and wondered why he decided to call today, father never calls, except he had to say very important or very sensitive.

"How are you Meera? Trust college is treating you well. Just hurry up with the semester and get home soon… you can explain everything to me when you get home." The phone died before I got a chance to say anything.

That's the way dad was. "Hurry up with college and get home soon" was all I grabbed. I forced myself not to be negative because my mind was capable of thinking and believing a thousand negative events had taken place in Port Harcourt, where I lived.

I smirked, knowing my Dad wouldn't even call me if something negative happens. I strolled around the university garden until I stumbled on a beautiful rose flower_ I really wanted to pull it up and inhale it deeply to get the sweet smell of it's delicate buds, but I dreaded hurting that poor plant.

Fresh Frost air floods my eyes and nose. As it speeds and sweeps towards the cloud.

Oxford was beautiful, the gardens were blooming with delicate petals and banquets of flowers.

"Soon, very soon" I said beneath my breath, am going to leave this school and all its beauty, to face the big real world.

"Hello beautiful," a smooth soft voice broke my chain of thoughts.

"Hello," I said trying hard to remember if I had seen the face somewhere else before now.

"Sorry have we met?" I asked grumpily.

"Yes, I guess" the voice said.

"Really, when?" I enquired.

"Just now," he said_with a playful smirk on his face.

"Am Damion, from Delta. You?" he asked confidently.

"I'm Meera, from London. Pleased to meet you." I smiled.

"Naaa… the pleasures all mine." Damion smiled back.

My feet got weak and my head got heavy. I felt a strong nerve all round my body. I wondered what was happening_ my soft delicate skin were beginning to tighten and goosebumps begins to spread round my skin.

"Geeezz!" I yelled, my voice drew attention immediately and the students around began to stare.

I shut my mouth and began to run.

I ran swiftly, oblivious to the multitude gathered in the scene. I got to the hallway of my dorm room and I hastily opened the door. I slammed the door behind me very hard, not caring or minding if it splintered, all I knew and cared about was why I was why my body felt so suppressed when I met that Damion guy. It was like I was going to transform into someone or something else.

I stood in the middle of my dorm room panting and breathing heavily.

Then I heard a knock on my door.

"Am sorry are you fine?" I recognized the voice. It was Damion. Did he see or notice anything? I pray and hoped he didn't.

"Am fine!" I yelled.