The Lovers of the Sands

Feyisola and Nala meet at a brothel style dance party and the song “phonemenal” blares the speakers, 

Feyi slinks through the bustling crowd of people that are grinding on one another, cheering, and singing to the music. Feyi couldn’t decide what to wear to the party of the year that the city throws bi-annually, she decided upon a sparkly emerald green dress that accentuates her curves, her booty that sat perfectly high, her waist that was snatched, her golden manicured nails and double D breasts all ready to take on the acrid night air. She rarely ever dressed like this so she was little nervous about the attention her body would receive or garner. She worked so hard to be seen as a woman that she would do anything for the world to see her as nothing else but the woman that she truly was. Ever since she was a little girl and playing in her moms makeup, Feyi knew that something was a little different about her like the way the whisper of a sentence about to be spoken, she was always trying to be more masculine but always felt more feminine and her parents never fought her on that, they always allowed her to flow like the river Nile and for that she was always grateful. 

She felt her before she ever got a glimpse of her lavender rose colored braids. Once she was able to touch a person, she would have a direct connection to their life, thoughts and memories of the past. It was like being held down underwater with an aggressive hands pulling you further underneath the current. Never seeing where or who was the first or the most likely to need help but always ready to be taken, snatching and always looking for more. I’ve had this feeling ever since I was a child and was more comfortable with the falling of the leaves on the trees, the moss turning a brown sort of green color, the branches misting with the cobwebs of spiderwebs and flowers alike 

I remember eating the milk honey flowers that would fall in Autumn season as the town would grow the crops like Strawberries or Peaches, I loved eating the flowers, it reminded me so much of the sticky sweetness  of honey, sometimes mother would eat them with me, sneak to eat berries from the local gardeners as we ran around the fields playing lion dance where one of us would have to dance or run like a lion or else eat a bucket of peaches. This was our favorite ritual. 

Enveloping me in the love of her arms always made me feel warmth deep in my bones 

The melodic rhythm of the Djembe drum rang through my chest and before I knew it my feet were carrying me away to the 8 count beat I didn’t even see the illustrustrious person staring awkwardly next to me 

Nala wore a orange sari with a matching skin tight sequined dress, she looked as radiant as the setting sun, she had charcoal dust on her eyes with some bright powder on her skin to make her appear more radiant. She didn’t need the makeup at all but she looked stunning. 

My mouth immediately went dry under the moonlight sky, I was simply lost for words

“Didn’t expect to find you here tonight” I croaked out through my growing sweaty face, I had hoped she wouldn’t noticed my shaking hands. 

“Oh—we have to stop running into each other like this, it’s like you want me to be all over you or something” Nala says with as much sensual charisma and glibness in her voice then I had seen a royal give someone like me before, it was unheard of….and deeply sexy. Nala appeared different from the previous night, she slinked around the corridors in a zig-zagging motion, it was strategic and synchronized, like a precise movement of a python or a calculated prowl of a jaguar 

”Hmm not a princess…not to you at least”

All she could do was cackle loudly and continue on her journey through the crowd of onlookers.

“If that’s what you want everyone to believe. Fine with me, but I can smell the royal on you from a mile away” she exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm in her voice

Feyi slinked through the crowd of people in order to evade her chief guard justice and was on the hunt for some food…or rather someone to eat. She couldn’t decide either way. In the meantime, her stomach lurched to remind her that she had not eaten in the past 6 hours after signing royal mail to the court orders for her mother, she didn’t understand why she had to do that when they were mail carriers, she was under the impression that they just wanted her to have something of value to do so that she would stop sneaking off to drink and fuck strangers in the middle of the night. 

Oh Feyi love Ewu pọ̀ níta fún ọmọba.

Ṣọ́ra 

I hear it all the time from mother; I know that I should be careful, I am so ensnared by the girl that hit me with the rose petals cart all those days ago, she makes me want to be around her every single day

Forget about the consequences. 

I want to know what it feels like to feel heat and sweat and her tongue on my neck 

Great Oya— I can’t think about her like this 

Putting my hand over my neck to cool my body down, I spot her in the far back distant corner of the spacious street where the street lights were brighter staring down at the plate of food in her hand

She popped a small egg into her mouth and started chewing and that’s when she spotted me, she almost began to choke and I started to laugh before I walked over to help her before she got into more trouble. 

She spluttered and coughed in surprise at the sight of me. 

I kept on laughing at her surprised expression. “Here drink some water, you look like you really need it” she grabbed it and rolled her eyes “I wouldn’t need it now if I had known you would be here looking as beautiful as you do” 

Her voice still hoarse from choking

“Thank you very much, you clean up very well from all the petals in your hair” laughing at her, still trying to find some time to calm the nerves I feel at seeing her again. 

“Oh okay so you have all the jokes? Dance with me then” 

Drinking her water, and grabbing my hand at the same time

“Oh—I can-aaa—Dan—

“You want to dance with me” 

She grabs my hands and pulls me closer to her grabs me by the waist 

And the music changes to the Afrobeat music that I love, she does dance moves that whine to the rythm of the music and I try to keep up with her, the feel of her body on mine sends me into a trance where all I see is me and her. She is the sun and I am the moon, we are dancing in Time together as one. 

We danced together for hours, we didn’t even see the peeking sun coming out from the east side of the pyramids that are directly above the sun, we are both sticky and damp with sweat  

She looked at me with nothing but hunger in her eyes. I felt a sense of desire for her deep within me and like kindling to a fire, I locked eyes with her seeing the embers burning deep in her green eyes. She leaned her face closer to me enough to taste the minty scent on her breath, the rose scents on her neck 

She was intoxicating, she grazed her lips on mine and I couldn’t help but melt. She grabbed my hands and whisked me away, she hastened her footsteps to the rthymic thrums of the bass music 

Leading me to an abandoned alleyway  

In A hurried silence she clung onto my waist I moved slowly brushing my lips  on hers , moans began to tumble out of her slacked mouth as I rubbed the nape of her hip slightly against mine with my thumb dragging my sharp nails across the small of her back, drinking in  her essence on me. She was like a puddle of water in the palm of my hand. Slippery, cool to the touch, and comforting all at the same time. 

She placed her hand softly on the nape of my neck as she grabbed my chin in one swift motion in an effort to bring me closer to her, and gave me a deep sensual kiss that made me want to burst into a flaming fiery sunlight, one that eclipsed all the darkness that I felt inside of me burrowing into the depths of the parts of me that were still not yet dead and not yet alive. She somehow made me feel alive and warm again. She was the bringer of the life I didn’t know I had ever missed.