Memories From Quidah I

The bus took off from the park,making its way out slowly towards the big gate that showed the exit. Then out of the gate,it turned right and began its journey.The trees wavered from the wind that blew,dust encirled the surface of the ground beneath each tree lined up by the road.

It was a town of little or no activity at all;boring. If it had been a piece of writing, it could have been termed jejune. She had joined the bus at Quidah though it was coming from Cotonou because her brother inlaw had gone to get her ticket from their main station in Cotonou.

The bus made its way across town  towards the main stretch of road enroute  to the border where they would finally cross into the neighbouring country Togo. Another glance out of the window at the fields sent tears welling up her eyes.

She blinked to hold the tears from streaking down her face but as hard as she tried;they streaked down her cheeks and fell on her neck. Memories of her stay in this town filled her mind. She began to recall the events that led to her coming to this place in the first place.
A place so far away from home;dry;lonely surrounded by strangers except the one who had made her go to such a place.
The one she had thought held the key to her happiness;indeed he had.
It struck her mind how it had all happened.

She had been a  basic french tutor at a primary school in the south western part of her own country;Ghana when there had been a french teachers' workshop which included those from neighbouring countries. Their meeting was divine and everything had fallen into place.They had both been fond of each other and the bond they had shared was so close right from the day they set eyes on each other.  He left a week later back home to Quidah. A relatively small town in the south of Benin but they had kept in touch. Thanks to technology;they could communicate often on a daily basis. When he invited her to visit him at christmas, it had been her first visit to his place and their first christmas together. She had cherished every moment they had both shared together; loving each other;talking and laughing together;cooking and taking care of each other;she never wanted to leave his side again.

He was her angel;her idol and her most cherished treasure. She had never been loved by anyone that much. His love for her was true;at least in her eyes it had been. Not all African men displayed affection publicly but she admired that about him. He also made sure that when they were alone together he gave her his very best.

Two nights to the end of her stay in Quidah during her maiden visit; as they lay drenched in sweat from the heat of the pleasure they had both shared; he asked her to be the idol of his heart forever.' Fosua, please marry me, be the mother of my children and lets grow old together. '
Fosua had screamed in excitement. Without hesitation she had agreed and it had been the last time she ever thought about her school,family,country and friends she had left back home.

Not even did she listen to him when he suggested she went back home to her people so he could go to see her parents to make their union formal. She never wanted to be away from him ever again. So that had marked the beginning of their lives together as man and woman.
Abandoning her teaching job and refusing to get in touch with anyone back home;she had settled amongst his people and dwelt with them.
Soon his people had gotten used to her; the woman from the Brong Ahafo Region of Ghana who had come to dwell amongst them. They had showed her love and helped her in any way they could.

The man she had come to be with and known as her man was kind,compassionate,funny and hardworking. At school he was known as the hardworking teacher; in his family;he was revered and seen as the anchor of the family. At  home, he was her  superstar.The only one who brought a magic touch to everything. They hardly went anywhere without each other.
They washed, cooked,went to the market  and did everything together.The villagers had come to know them as the inseparable couple. He was tall, dark and huge with big eyes. Whilst she was slim and short;probably the shortest woman he would ever know. She was dark too but he was extremely dark and she had teased him that he was as tall as an electric pole. He had also referred to her as the shortest girl on the surface of the earth. Yet they were both perfect for each other.

She could hardly do anything without him;when he was ill, her life had ended till he got better.
Lost and drowned in the warmth of the love they shared; clothed in the passion of the bond that existed between them, what they shared was like the sun. It rose and set daily on their lives. Love was born with Manuel and Fosua,love was Manuel and Fosua;love was made for Manuel and Fosua.
Her life had been so beautiful she had forgotten about the rest of the world.