I sit lonely in the lecture theatre,
Just finished a lecture but can’t leave.
The rain doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop today,
And I can’t let my weave get wet.
It isn’t Brazilian but it’s quite expensive too.
Then he silently walks into the class,
I can’t help but notice him.
Tall athletic body,
Dark and handsome,
Beards on fleek,
And oh those eyes, never knew contacts were so sexy.
Just like magic or a fairy-tale,
He seems to notice me.
Can’t believe he is really looking at me,
I can feel butterflies in my stomach.
Is he really walking towards me?
Now my heart is beating faster.
And he is right in front of me, smiling at me ,
OMG! My cheeks turn bright red.
‘Hey. I’m Emeka’ he says, with Igbo accent so deep,
I could hardly believe he just spoke English.
The butterflies stop,
The heartbeat slows,
The blush is gone,
Oh no! He just killed the crush.