Memories Of The Sun - Chapter 9 CHAPTER NINE

By Prescoviah Merilyn

So what is making love? It’s very ordinary and easy to have sex but to know how to connect with someone on a much deeper level, win over their hearts, minds and souls, takes a little bit of commitment. You see, your feelings and thoughts of them are different, this determines what you do when making love. You almost want to eat them up, you feel everything they do to you. It is slow, sensual, emotionally connected with someone you really care about.

I didn’t know the difference between sex and love making before. With Evans, I don’t know what the hell it even was…He grabbed me, swingged me around, thrusted me like his life depended on it, then let a loud moan… and he was done…in seconds? Yes! I have had sex with Evans. It was once, I was stupid. He was an animal.

Michael Castleman , a San Francisco based journalist says, in most cases, men ignore key elements in love making namely, leisurely, playful, gentle massage of every square inch of the woman’s body. According to Michael, women become more responsive when you touch the following parts…breasts, genitals, butts…Oh yeah!

His hands snuggled allover my body, touching those parts. His eyes communicated passion as he planted soft kisses, bites on me, everywhere. It was the slowest act I have ever patiently wanted to last. He then carresed me gently with his talented fingers down my girl, looking directly into my eyes, making sure I was enjoying myself…He never worried about repeating himself or what to do next, it all came by itself…flipping me gently…he looked at me like I was his treasure… I wanted more, I felt this guy… I knew I loved Simeon. This is what I wanted, a feeling of fulfillment, love. It was an ecstatic adventure of a lifetime…then we exploded…holding tight.

I wake up, his strong arms wrapped around me, so I won’t escape? Oh baby I wouldn’t dare. Even in his sleep, he is still the cutest black being. When his brown eyes open, they are speaking love to me. In the woods, Simeon had told me he wanted us to do it over and over again. We had then walked, me first, not to raise suspicion…pretending we didn’t know each other… to his room…spending the night doing what the Bible refuses.

Now if your curious about Simeon’s room, I will be honest. It’s the worst.…but…but am a woman in love.. And dear men, women don’t care when they love you. Really!

I slide my fingers down his boy….Man!

“don’t you have to work boss?” he asks with a wide smile on his face. He loves what am doing, below.

“Are you sure, you want me to leave?” I bet.

We go back to bed.

When am back to my ‘apartment, ‘ Dalia’s eyes are glued on me… I have tried ignore her sarcastic look but its too much…

“Please stop… ”

“what have I done?”

“Dalia! ”

“Simeon… is… his name? Right? ” You know it is Nanny, cut the drama.

“He is a nice guy nanny, far more better than Evans…I mean really better… The best”

“He just seems older” What now!

“He is twenty five nanny…am nighteen…not a big deal”

“Does he love you back?”

Oh nanny you have no idea… Yes he does…. I turn to her with a wide smile on my face, am a happy woman.

“Yes…and guess what? He kept saying it all night, all night long… I love you was the music to my ears… and oh, he said he pushed me away in the first place, because he didn’t want to get involved…with you know…”

“and now?” Goodness nanny!

“He loves me”

“why does he want to get involved?”

“Nanny!”

“What? I just want you to be careful… He is nice yes, but be careful.”

Oh mother, give me a break.. Will you?

When I reach my office at mid day, Simeon has sent me showy pinwheel flowers (these are hard to get by the way…baby!) I read the note, telling me to meet him in the forest by 1:00PM… I guess am not working today either. I start moving.

He is pruning. It pisses me off that he forgets he is sick and still works hard. He is at the top. He gets down when I wave.

“aren’t you a bit early ma’am… Uhmm… Vanessa”

“well it’s almost one. “I say stretching out my hand to him. Look at my watch. “so what’s the occasion? ” he holds my hand.

“come with me please”

He leads me to a shade… lays down a mat and summons me to sit. I rest my ass. He disappears and reappears behind me, whoa! He is holding a basket…There’s food… Oh I love food!

In Northern Uganda , food is one of the benchmarks for cultural heritage. Meals are prepared using mingling sticks, earthen cooking pots, winnowing trays smeared with a little cow dug to block gaps and grinding stones. When we settle, Simeon places a dish I don’t recognize before me. It’s aroma is irresistible. I quickly take a bite of ‘Ringo dyang mutwo apiyaa’ (cow meat laced with sim sim). It’s delicious.

There’s something magnetic about Koboko food. It’s just not any food, it is a dream dish. I taste the bitter leaves (malkwang) and millet bread (kwan kal), nothing can ever beat this, not even Kampala’s KFC. Oh Simeon… He can even cook. I make him take a bite.

We spend the rest of the day, cuddling and caressing. We later soap and shower in the stream together, dry each other … I love Simeon, he opens my door of greater erotic creativity… He makes me feel like a woman.