Guided By Instinct (Non-fiction) 🙎🙎‍♀️💑🤱

“Intelligent people struggling with love,” I have heard this countless times, over reels on social pages and other media platforms. Not that I have the criteria or something to measure what being intelligent is all about, but what scares me is the compliment I often get, which puts me on the table of those grouped as intelligent.

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I won’t stress the intelligence discussion, but I know there were days -more days, actually- where I felt funny even after people had given their compliments. In short, the scary part for me is the point where intelligent folks have issues with locating love, and I can relate to that.

“Hope you will not disappoint me? Because I have been through a lot.” As my first love made this inquiry, something in me whispered to my consciousness, “you’re about to be served.” Immediately, like a quick flash, I started imagining lots of ways she could stage a breakup. Whatever brought those thoughts was still unknown to date.

“Sam, I asked you a question, and you have not replied to me.” Just like a funny scene in a movie, my phone rang, and it was my mom calling to check up on me. “I said I should hear your voice. How are you?”

My mom is fond of calling just to hear her children’s voices, she also calls my other siblings, and in the end, it wasn’t because anything urgent came up. She calls at least twice a day, not every day, but you can be sure that any day she calls, it isn’t going to be just a session.

“I’m fine, ma, hope you’re doing fine too, and how’s daddy?” As I was engulfed in the conversation, knowing I’d have to prepare for another session, I heard the door close, and someone had left the room, it was my fiancé. She also took her bag, so I knew it wasn’t that she stepped out, she had left. I couldn’t run after her, as I needed to give my mother some attention.

“How is Dorcas, hope you’ve seen her today?” My mum asked. “Yes ma, she is doing fine,” I replied. As my mom inquired about my first love, I couldn’t tell her she had just left the room, she would ask further questions and I didn’t want any trouble. However, I was shocked by what she said next.

“Someone just left your room and closed your door, hope it’s not Dorcas. I’ll drop this call and leave you to attend to whatever it is. Let’s talk later.” Whether it was her instinct or something else, I knew my mother meant what she said, and she would ask for updates once she called back. I left my room to see if Dorcas was still in my compound, but she was long gone.

My parents had never seen me with a lady, and Dorcas was the first girl I introduced to them. Every time, they always advise me to be soft and take things gently. “Stop overthinking,” My dad would always say. Even now, I still wonder if overthinking has not been misinterpreted as intelligence, especially in my case.

My parents believed it was because I overthink that I had not been able to find true love all these years. Most times, they take Dorcas’ side anytime they suspect any argument. Of course, we don’t take our matters to them, but like every caring parent, they always have a way of finding out whatever is going on between us.

There is no smoke without fire; if I had not been having some personal bias, overthinking to be precise, I would have brought home a lady, or so my parents thought. “Love is not as simple as people think. Just because it’s a four-letter word doesn’t mean it’s as simple as its spelling.”

Like two like minds communicating with gestures, my parents will always look at each other and give a chorused nod every time I make statements about love not being simple, and I can only interpret their gestures as “he’s overthinking again.” I believe my statement about love is an example of what some people find intelligent.

The day Dorcas left my house angrily because I didn’t respond to her question of disappointment, I had already decided to take a nap after dropping my mom’s call. I was going to call Dorcas at a later time. But, like a sudden revelation, my mind urged me to follow her trail.

“She might still be at the junction and yet to get a cab.” As my mind brought up its suggestion, I decided to follow its recommendation. I dressed up and left the house in search of my love.

As I got to the junction, there she was, still fuming. Although, she lightened up a bit as she saw me approaching her from my street. “I’m sorry, you know I was on a call with mummy, I wouldn’t have ignored such a serious question. I won’t disappoint you, my darling. Please, let’s go home. Mummy already asked after you.”

As I made my statement, like a caring lover, I stretched my hand to collect her bag, and she reluctantly gave it to me. We took a few steps away from the spot she was, and we were on our way home when we heard a loud noise and people screaming.

We turned to look at what had happened. A driver had lost control, and his car crashed into a pole, which was situated at the same spot where my darling was waiting for a cab. We looked at each other in shock as she jumped and hugged me. “You just saved my life!” She screamed.

Of course, I still have my gift or flaw, either intelligence or overthinking, but much more, I am grateful my then darling was preserved via my instinct and my mother’s guidance, she is still hail and hearty to date.

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