Documenting the journey of a Cameroonian filmmaker
The scores have been read.
My heart is elated, a smile spreads across my face.
I look to the left, then I look to the right,
they celebrate in groups…
Then I pick up the phone but cannot call you…
copyright@Goretti Folefa 2010
His name makes my heart skip a beat.
Why? I ask myself, when…
Every word from his delectable lips break my heart
Every look from his beautiful eyes pierce my soul
Every touch from his strong, manly hands bruise my body.
His voice makes my body tremble in anticipation
Why? Again I ask myself, when…
My kiss, he brushes away like the dirt on his pants
My words, he dismisses like an unwanted visitor
My hug, he pushes away like the thrust of an opponent.
His smile makes me weak at the knees.
Why, O Why? I ask myself, when…
My heart deserves to be loved and cherished.
My soul deserves to be treasured and nurtured.
My body deserves to be touched with tenderness and joy.
he does not deserve ME!
“I really like you…” I say,
“Good night, we’ll talk soon”, he says
Click! The line goes dead
I stare at the phone, thoughts running through my head.
Our first meet.
3 friends chatting away, one caught my eye.
He laughs… Oh what a joy!
Our eyes meet… I join.
He smiles, so gorgeous. I’m smitten!
Our first date.
A night drive through the city.
He doesn’t talk much, but he talks right.
Our first kiss.
He sings to the radio, so off-tune, yet so achingly fun.
He hits the falsetto, I giggle,
He smiles… his lips beautiful, I tremble.
My body aches for his touch
He catches my gaze, I blush,
He lowers his head and captures my lips.
My first pain.
I call,…cell – no answer, home – no answer.
I knock – no answer.
Our first make-up
“I’m sorry” he says, I was busy.
That’s ok” I say. Shall I see you tonight?
We’ll see” he says.
So what are you saying?” I say
“I’m really sorry” he says
I really like you”, I say
Goodnight, we’ll talk soon” he says.
I’m falling in love again.
The grass is greener and the sky bluer.All around me the birds chirp happily away, even the neighbour’s dog seems to smile my way.
My smile makes the reluctant bus driver attempt one back and the grumpy old man looks at me questioningly.
The sound of my hello to the stranger causes a hesitant look while the ticket man asks “did you receive some good news today?”
The happiness I feel inside radiates through every pore as curious glances look my way.
There’s a spring to my steps and a sensuous sway to my hips. My shoulders are relaxed and the strain to my back a distant memory.
I walk along confident with every step, relaxed to the bone and with a huge smile on my face…
…I’m falling in love again.
The duvet is turned down and the warm glow from the lamp sets the mood for the perfect evening. Keysha cole’s raspy voice sings of love lost as she stares forlornly across the room.
The wind howls violently against the window and she shivers at the thought of it against her bare skin. Standing naked before her mirror, she looks at every curve, dip or hump and marvels at the work of the Almighty…
Beautifully shaped figure 8 stares right back at her. People say she’s gorgeous, men say they’ll give anything to be with her. Little boys all want to be her friend. Young girls look up to her.Older women respect and appreciate her mind.
Smart intelligent classy and sexy lady. Loyal friend and passionate lover. She commands the attention of every person she comes across…
she looks across the inviting warmth of her bed and the sensual glow of her room, climbs into bed and turns off the light…