Full of life, beautiful and the human representation of freedom. I watch her do her morning stretches then start to move. That agile body, full of expression and passion. I can never get tired of watching her. Sometimes it’s as if she’s dancing to every tune I play on my 6-string.
I’m hit by visions of the previous night when she had to sneak out of her mother’s house to meet me. She had on the perfect dress that flew after her as we ran hand in hand into the streets.
We had been planning to go for that concert for months but I barely remember a thing that happened. I only remember her. Watching her, admiring how freely she moved. To her dance was a language she spoke fluently.
We didn’t want to leave even after the place was empty, may be because we were drunk and still topping up. We walked up to the stage and she told me her dreams. We talked for hours and then danced to the songs on our phones. Even when the rain fell we still kept on dancing. She was the better dancer but somehow she brought out a flexible and rhythmical side in me I never knew existed. It was simply magical. That is what every experience with her is; magical.
I’m so carried away by my fantasies, my song, my dreams that I don’t realize her standing at a distance watching me. I keep singing; singing to her. She won’t drop her gaze and I don’t want her to. This is the chance I have dreamt about for a long time. I want it to last forever but my song is only so long. Soon I begrudgingly hit the last note and my song is over. She doesn’t stop looking though and I’m sure she’ll say something but all she does is smile. I’m confused, shocked and all I can do is stare at her. By the time I compose myself enough to smile, she is already walking away. I’m not disappointed though, today she smiled at me, tomorrow… who knows what tomorrow holds.
For now all I can do is pack up my guitar and place it at the back of my wheelchair. I wheel myself away wondering what Isabella and I will get up to in my dreams today.
Story by Wanjiku Mwawuganga.
Inspired by the song Isabella by Sauti Sol.
Photo: Kimani Wandaka.