ELEENA

I Couldn't tell what it felt like until it became me. Weird feelings, uncontrollable power of this touch, Strong sensations, a healer for me. I inferred how it will end, but my strength was weak to stop it. Daddy named me Eleena, evolving different was me. Pride of self-control satisfied my description, Mum loved me for that, but I was only afraid to get entangled. School days breathed nightmares. I didn't belong, my fears shadowed me. I only speculate in the Moral sense. Rounding up twenty-three years of my life, I met my dream man, Elkanor. we got married, that was a beautiful ordeal. My built walls were divulged. "What happened to me?", Did I go against myself"? I repeatedly pondered. My best friend Sabrinka consistently told me "Stop acting like a philosophical inventor, Look into the world, see! it is glowing! , experience its sweet lessons, the exciting creations and another flank of this earth, open up to reality".She shouted sometimes. But my fears!. One year before I joined my "Dudu", the pet name for my companion, I met Lobam, " oh my God!" I always screamed each time I looked at him. Cute, sexy, hot, clearly every girl's dreamland. His smiles, his lips, his compartment, his charisma, handsome beyond description. It didn't end out the way I wanted. My early life was influenced by two rigs of individuals, My parents, and my favorite high school teacher, who was a family friend Ma'am Hitta. I preferred to be like her. Most times she was like my biological mommy. "When you mingle with many, you will become like many." One of her favorite quotes. She speculated on philosophy more than the writers of philosophy just maybe "Man is calculative, but chose to be exceptional" she reminded me of this all the time. Each moment anyone sighted her, they will see a tall, hot, dark ebony. Even with her height, she never appeared a day without a heel, a huge woman unlike her thin skin husband, the driver of a cab. An amazing being but he didn't believe in the teachings of philosophy, he speculated on the reality of life. To him, life is the fact of creation "As a living thing, you can't escape the government of life simply because you're trying to think out of creation, he said, " you can't create out of creation, Life's lessons are the evidence of creation".I would imagine, how do they agree? a couple living with different ideologies. Before now, at the age of twelve, I watched my dad and mum do a parade of things I could admit were " crazy".I still knew nothing. I had a kid brother, he died at age 5 after dropping from a stair, mistakenly pushed by our neighbor's son, and strange occurrences ignited. It was like I wasn't myself, I could not hold my tears from dwindling for 8months. I felt I had Moric, my little brother as my company, my playmate, but nature took him away from me. I have never known friends. He meant a lot to me! "Oh my special Moric, you left me in such an isolated world" I whimpered at every thought of him. His voice was remarkable, he could sing for me every day, I knew one day I would take him to the studio, any of his preferences. He was everything I ever craved, I needed to know no friend again, just him. It pushed me to be more unusual and kept all to myself. Such junctures I could barely forget. I glanced and saw many occurrences happen in our cottage, especially after My brother's fast departure from mother earth. After eight years, The secret of my mother's affair before she met my daddy unfolded. She had a daughter she never mentioned to us, My daddy also had a secret affair outside their union, the fruit of this undercover affair was yet a daughter, So I now had two stepsisters. The revelation of these secrets was more than horrible, but then I supposed, "Their appearing is a fortunate happening for me since I always wished for a playmate in our home".I put an elegant smile at it all. Tito, Stepsister from Mum and Brinis, stepsister from Dad. Unfortunately, they both fulfilled my nightmare. Everyone isn't born the same, some hard, others simple. some social, others reserved. Some are stronger, others weak. Some are smart, others hamper. some vivid, others dim, But we all have one thing in common, we're all important on different levels. I wouldn't blame anyone for being me, the way I came, but most things I saw while ripening quickened my attitude as a person. I am reserved, modest, inexperienced, and intelligent. I would barely love myself because of how friends made me feel, how they concluded about me, and what they thought about me. My classmates, my secret lovers, Tito and Brinis my stepsisters. Daddy and mommy too didn't help it after contemplating my specie for multiple years."Why am I so odd then!?, Mommy and daddy aren't like this. Who did I take after?" That one concern that will not always flee my marbles. Life isn't indistinguishable for everyone. "My Tommy is heavy, and my waist can not help it but am stronger to run around the city, it's my job, I supply, Mr. Zincko, Mr. Zincko, jumping and happy is fun Zincko! Am single and searching my name is Zincko. Find my love, bring my love, I need my love, hippy!!". Mr. Zincko, my fat neighbor, a trader of foodies, was always seen cheerful, piping this song like a pupil. He liked playing so sizably, He could sing and vaults with his hands up, each time he jumped, his fat belly wiggled as it will soon fall off. His tiny eyes and nostril made his head structure very funny and amazing. But he also cried like a baby each time he was found unhappy. To him, no girl relishes him because of his bodily structure, he knows how he teases too much, a real blubber someone. Mr. Zincko loved me right from adolescence. He watched me evolve and communicated to my parents each day that he must marry me when I grow up. Each time I go to his store, he will offer me cakes, chocolate chips, chicken wings, pizza, and many more. Most periods, he will be the one to reach our cottage to give me many adorable gadgets. A day will hardly expire without him succeeding to see us in the house, especially me. "Mr.Zincko, 'I inquired of him one day, "why do u like our house very much? You show like you're part of the family". He closed his eyes, shies his countenance, and answered", Because I love you all just like my family, you all are unique to me, especially you". Then I asked again, "Why am I too special to you?", He covered his face with his hands again and answered chuckling, " Don't trouble, when you grow up, you will understand adequately honey". I Kept contending but he wouldn't open up because he supposed I was yet too ignorant to understand his justifications and endorse his intentions. I and my parents invariably welcome him into our home till when Tito and Brains came, they never preferred him and they always bullied him.