VICKIE sat on the ceramic tiled floor, crouched in a corner in the little room.
She clasped a small bible over her knees, spread it open at nowhere in particular...
But Vickie wasn’t gleaning from her bible, she was glaring at Nile.
It was the recess that’d got Samba to go out and check her phone. This was during the prayer meet-up.
So they were on a break – and Samba must’ve gone chatting up Collins, she thought.
But there they were, together... both Nile and her, they were the only ones left musing.
So Vickie stole a glance at the young man as he sat a small distance away and jotted down some things.
The tall, slim dude faced away from a doting girl, so he wouldn’t know a lady was tripping.
He wrote in a notebook like a class pupil and didn’t know he was looking quite charming.
Vickie turned to look some more and found herself gazing, and loving him.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with him scribbling notes, especially after a spiritual encounter.
She was pretty sure he’d got a revelation for them. A set of instructions, she thought, for their work at palace.
But Nile was scribbling a different thing this time. It wasn’t a new direction for the team or for the work ahead.
It was a clear direction of future. He was thinking the future with Vickie.
Yes, Nile and Vickie were music nerds. They were pianists and classical composers.
So they’d only been stirred to work when they think of the morrow. Then they didn’t know a morrow beyond sound and music.
Still, Vickie had been waiting for Nile since the day she met him. She knew he’d got a family to claim yet he was building life with a friend.
She knew he’d go all the way, so she was waiting for him.
Now Victoria wanted a friend in her man, a man she could call a partner.
Yet Nile was friend-zoning a spouse, brothering his bride. He was quite lost in the work of “now” and didn’t know when the future was born.
So, destiny came sorting out their future and it brought in their manager with the clip.
For it was at this point that Samba walked in.
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Samba George walked back in the room where she left Vickie and Nile. She went with news but the soul mates were in the middle of talk.
Now the older woman’s news appeared quite pressing that she couldn’t wait a moment more.
She’d always let the friends have their space anytime they chatted. Yet this time, she couldn’t help butting in...
She cared all that much than to stay back.
So Samba showed the lovebirds what she saw about them. She played the video clip then looked up to hear their views.
The woman watched to see the friends react. Their reaction surprised her.
Vickie squinted at the screen, frowned and smiled in the end. Nile had the same expressions when he saw the video.
Then when Samba followed their eyes, she found them wearing the same face and the same smile at the same time.
Yet what surprised her more was the fact that they smiled.
When they raised their gaze to talk, Nile turned to Vickie.
‘Rich Hard—note his name. That’s the name missing on the blank page.’
He added softly, ‘I’ll tell you more.’
Vickie nodded and knew what he meant.
So she turned to Samba. ‘I think you may need about 20 minutes more in personal time, Ms George. Prayers will be resuming afterwards.’
The girl glanced back at Nile for approval, and he nodded his consent.
Now as soon as Samba left the room, the two went on to talk. Nile told Vickie about the text he got the same day when Vickie got the bouquet.
He told his partner that the text had read… Be my man.
Then Vickie was surprised as the words with the bouquet seemed a pair.
She told Nile that the bouquet came with this: Be my girl.
They felt it was planned out and they didn’t look far.
The friends connected the dots then took Rich Hard and Dame Queen as the likely senders. They matched their goals in the video with the game they played at them.
Vickie watched her smart friend through the talk and saw he’d got some plan.
She saw he’d changed quite much the way he looked after her.
So she crossed out her questions and kept her fingers crossed.
Now Nile didn’t stop thinking on her.
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