ROUGH SCRIBBLES

Francis had not in any way imagined that he would have been so endeared with Claire’s beauty. It was the dinner and award party organized by Echoes Events to celebrate media practitioners who have made considerable impact in the industry. Francis who had been working with Fluid Media both as the Head, Editorial and Public Relations was the man of the night. He had earned himself a reputation of excellence that brought him to the up-tables with writers, journalists, business tycoons, industry men and the crème de la crème of the society.
At, 47, he still was not married, seeking a woman who can meet up with the reputation he has over the years built. It wasn’t money, neither was it a childhood fantasized woman that holds his heart from falling in love. He does not really mind if she was a ‘no-school’ girl but his desire was a woman who has the potential to keep developing and evolving into a perfection that only her interest in becoming better can earn her.
If this wish was too distant from earth, no one could have convinced Francis of this castle he has built into the air, not even his mother’s deafening echoes and pressure had change his mind of this ideal woman. One some of his regular visits after his mother had thanked him for the gifts he brought her, she will mutter quietly, ‘nwam woke, nyem nwa’. ‘Mama, can we please let this issue go?’ sometimes Francis will retort on a note laced with anger, he will later have to pacify her once he realises she is not keeping mum about it, ‘biko mama’, he will say, ‘give me time, nyem oge’.
In that dinner hall, he has gotten so lost in Claire’s awe-inspiring presence. It was like every face was on her. The press wanted to have a piece of her, and media folks were all up on her nose desiring to have her autograph.
Thoughts raced through Francis head, sending overwhelming flushes of emotions that for years he could not connect with up until the moment he saw Claire. ‘Who is this epitome? Who could steal the entire show and put the organizers and the man of the night in obscurity with just a smile and walk-around?’ Francis kept asking his engaged mind.
Little did he know that Claire did not only steal the show, somehow she had subtly stolen his heart.
Francis hummed Don Williams’ song, ‘…tempted to fall in love again’. It was like Williams wrote that piece for him, for the first time since his lonely 20 years, he missed love again. He was not really a preacher of love at first sight. In-fact, in his popular column, ‘Adam for the Eves’ with ‘The Flesh’ magazine, he had written an article he titled, ‘When I Met Love  at First Sight’, that had over one million views on his facebook and blog. The piece was a piece that carried his name all across the nook and cranny of his country and neighboring countries, making him a familiar writer for all andsundry. Part of which contributed to his winning, The Editor of the Year’. This as well was made a movie by his country’s movie industry, the WillyHood. The film which premiered the year before and had him not as a visiting cast, but to play the lead role in a 10 pages article written behind the shelf of his study room.
After the major blow, WillyHood had requested of him to write a movie script from it, and that was how Francis became not just a popular writer, but an acclaimed media practitioner who successfully fused acting into his writing career.
Francis didn’t just start with his Midas touch-he had tried some other things that he had failed at. Once he mistook his ability to write to mean he could as well sing, yes he though had this very appealing voice texture. While he was a little tender than this, he had joined the choir in his mother’s Anglican church to sing, which he did beautifully well. He had one of the best vocals in the choir and he had always received hugs and hearty smiles to appreciate him
T o understate is to say Francis is fairly known. Not having ladies would not have been Francis excuse for not getting married. He has once been embarrassed by a weird female fan who requested that he writes his autograph on her breasts. Surprisingly, Francis did, just on a fair portion of the flesh that revealed her cleavage.
The aftermath story of that incidence was a national story as many ladies started clamoring for a feel of his mystic pen on their cleavages. He had once been harassed by a fanatic fan who opened her skirt for him to write his autograph on the part that is so close to her pubic area. At a point, Frank felt it was worthy of him to drop his high morals since he had tried avoiding the temptations and invites from his radical female fans...
(Culled from a yet-to-be-published piece)


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