He was dark in complexion, tall and very handsome. I think God broke the mold when He created this son of Adam.He was walking on the other side of the street. Still admiring this gorgeous creature, I became suddenly drenched.I had not noticed a fast moving vehicle moving towards my direction and the driver, without alerting me, splashed muddy water on me."What?" I screamed but who was I to blame?Here I was all drenched with water. I started raining insults at the driver who was long gone.I became angry.Angry at myself for not paying attention to the road I was on and at the driver for not alerting me.Then, in my sorry state, he crossed over to my direction and offered his sympathy.Though literally wet, I felt dry     his touch.
                      His name was Desmond Woode. After my ordeal with the driver,he offered to walk me back home.How could I refuse such an offer when his voice captivated me so much? and so without giving it a second thought, I accepted. That was the beginning of our friendship. A friendship I believe was heaven-made or so I thought.

                       Des as I fondly called him was the very epitome of love, patience and care. In-fact, he was an Angel, my Angel. As the minutes turned into hours and hours to days,our friendship grew stronger and I knew him better with each passing moment.Ironically,we were both in the same tertiary institution and I wondered why we never met.Fate indeed has its own way of dealing with people.

                       We became the envy of all and sundry and everywhere we went,eyes spoke.Once, a lady approached Des and I when when we were at a friend's birthday party and told us about how impeccable we looked together. Our friendship extended to our families. My parents fell in love with Des the first time they met him, likewise his mom and siblings accepted me wholeheartedly.He however lost his father at the tender age of five.In spite of our perfect relationship,there was a problem, a very big one.
                                                                                                               
                                                                             
                          "Do everything you can to keep him alive" I told the doctor a mist tears.Desmond was carried on a stretcher into the emergency ward.An oxygen mask was placed over his nose. Nurses ran to and fro and none was ready to answer my questions. I gave his mother a call to inform her of the happenings. Had it not been a day of distress, I would have enjoyed the scenic atmosphere of the hospital.Desmond's mom finally arrived.

                           Desmond Woode had been sick ever since he was a teenager. He had leukemia. The last time he visited the hospital, he was told he had a short time to live.Waiting at the reception, Des's mom and I prayed on end, until finally,the doctor ushered us into his office.

                            I woke up on a hospital bed, not knowing what had happened to me.Then I remembered the news I received from the doctor, after which I passed out. I thought it was a dream I would awake from. My tears were unending.Desmond was really gone.

                            Its been two years after his demise.He lives in my heart, he fills my thought, he is my dream when I sleep at night and the pivot of my life.Rest in peace Desmond Woode. I love you and always will. My name is Emerald.