Since he made the proposition, they had been seeing each other regularly every afternoon, excluding weekends. She would arrive at his suite at five and he would let her in. There were the odd occasions where he would be in the suite, waiting for her in the bedroom when she went to clean it and after she was finished, she would join him. Afterwards, she finished cleaning the other rooms and suites before going home.
Seeing her during the week wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see her on the weekends too. Today, after he was finished with his business and they were together in his suite, he would arrange with her for them to see each other on the weekends, preferably in the afternoon.
Right now, he was sitting in the lobby of another hotel, waiting impatiently for the others to show up so that the meeting could start. He was always the first. As he sat there, he thought about Ife. He was relieved when she told him that she was divorced. He wondered how long she was married and why it ended. Was her ex-husband living in Kampala? Did they have any children? He hoped not. It would only complicate things. Maybe they didn’t. Surely she would have mentioned if they had when he asked her if she was married.
It drove him crazy that she kept calling him Mr. Kobayashi. He wanted her to call him by his first name. It made things more intimate between them. Right now it what they had was a business arrangement. In exchange for not reporting her to management for using his toilet that fateful day when he caught her, he received her services.
He was a businessman. He was used to making deals which benefitted all parties involved. In all honesty, in this arrangement with Ife, he was the only one benefitting. He was getting what he wanted while she was doing what she had to in order to survive. He was exploiting her and he knew it. His conscience wouldn’t let him forget it but he wanted her so badly and this was the only way he could think of to make sure that he got what he wanted.
His thoughts were interrupted when a group of men came into the lobby. He rose to greet and introduce himself to them. After exchanging pleasantries, they made their way to the boardroom where they spent the next few hours before breaking for lunch. After lunch, the meeting last another few hours and then they adjourned. He was anxious to get back to the hotel. He glanced at his watch. He had just enough time to take a quick shower before Ife got there. His heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of being with her. She was so incredibly beautiful. He was hooked.
When Ife got there, he was wearing a black Japanese Kimono Robe with red lapels, cuffs and sash. It had an embroidered dragon and oriental motif on the front, the back and the sleeves. It looked expensive.
“I didn’t know that Japanese men wore kimonos,” she said. “I thought only the women did.”
Toshiro smiled. “Men wear kimonos too. They often wear them to weddings, tea ceremonies and other very special or very formal occasions. I have several. This happens to be my favorite. Do you like it?”
She nodded. “Yes. It’s beautiful.”
“Would you like me to buy you a kimono? I think you would look very beautiful in one.”
“You don’t have to, Mr. Kobayashi.”
He moved closer to her. “I want to, Ife. I will buy it when I return to Tokyo and bring it with me the next time I’m in Kampala.”
Ife stared at him. Why did he want to buy her a kimono? What did it mean? Was it a sign that he was developing feelings for her? Or was he doing it out of guilt? If that were the case, she didn’t want anything from him. “Mr. Kobayashi, I don’t think you should…”
“Let’s not talk about the kimono any more,” he said as he pulled her against him. “As a matter of fact, I would prefer if we didn’t talk about anything right now.” His lips found hers.
Unable to help herself, Ife put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Ife saw him waiting for the elevator. She tried not to make it obvious that she was watching him as she pushed the cart down the hallway. She knew he was in no. 406, the Royal suite. He was very handsome and a sharp dresser. He must be rich, she thought. This was a 5-star hotel he was staying in.
He was looking straight ahead and appeared to be in deep thought. He didn’t notice her and when the elevator doors opened, he went inside. After they closed behind him, she continued down the hallway to the different suites she still had to clean. When she got to his, she looked around. It was in impeccable order. The bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Out of all the suites on this floor, his was the one she didn’t mind cleaning.
As she got to work, she wondered how long he was staying in Kampala this time. The last time it was for two weeks and the time before that, three. He wasn’t the first Japanese businessman she had seen in the hotel or in Kampala. More and more Japanese were flocking to the city to live, holiday or set up businesses. Was he planning to live here or to set up a business? What about his family? Did he have a wife and children? He looked young–in his mid to late thirties.
Well, it was none of her business. A man like him would not be interested in her–a single mother working as a maid in a fancy hotel and living in a run-down neighborhood. And they were from different cultures. No, she would be better off finding and marrying a decent Ugandan man who wouldn’t mind being a step-father to her daughter.
Toshiro leaned against the tree, looking up at the hotel. She was probably in his suite now. He knew that she was watching him as he waited for the elevator. He could feel her eyes on him. He appeared not to have noticed or acknowledged her but he had. The temptation to look at her was very strong but he resisted. She could be married for all he knew and he was in a relationship.
To be honest, he was staying at this hotel because of her. The first time he saw her was last year when they passed each other in the hallway. Their eyes met and held for a long time before she lowered hers. Since then, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her or wanting to see her again. Perhaps, one of these days, he would say hello to her. There was no harm in that, was there?
Just then a taxi pulled up in front of the hotel’s entrance. He glanced at his watch. It was time to go to the meeting. Moving away from the tree, he hurried over to the taxi and climbed. As it drove off, he glanced up at the fourth floor. Hopefully, he would see her again tomorrow.
My family and I drive past it every day on our way to drop our son to school. It’s a beautiful old building in a quiet neighborhood. I’ve often wondered what it looks like inside.
I recently learned that the word synagogue comes from the Greek word for gathering together. It can be a house of prayer, of learning or a meeting place. It’s a place where people of shared faith feel at home.
I have a Jewish friend. I wonder if she wouldn’t mind me tagging along one Saturday. I want to experience what their worship service is like.
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He had just finished making a business call when he noticed Cyiarra. She was sitting alone at a table having a glass of wine. It had been a year since the last time he saw her. He walked over at once and her face broke out into a big smile. When he reached her, she got up and exclaimed, “Ajay, fancy running into you here,” before she hugged him.
He hugged her back, thinking she felt really good. “You look great,” he remarked when they separated. She did in that black dress which hugged her figure and she had taken out the braids. Her natural hair looked better.
“Thanks. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how gorgeous you look.”
He felt his face get hot. “Are you waiting for someone?”
She nodded. “Yes, but you can sit and chat with me until he gets here.”
He sat down. “So, who’s the guy you’re waiting for?”
“Someone a co-worker set me up with.”
“So, this is a blind date.”
“Yes. What about you, what are you doing here?”
“I’m having dinner with a client.”
“Man or woman?”
“Is she single?”
“Are you sure it’s just a business?”
He smiled. “It is, I swear.”
She didn’t look very convinced. “I always thought that you were a bit of a flirt when we were at high school and it got worse when we were in university. I used to watch you. You were always surrounded the cheer leading type of girls.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Yes. You must have known that I had a huge crush on you.”
“I didn’t. You had a funny way of showing it. Every time I saw you you were talking to that guy, what’s his name. The one who won the ugly sweater contest two years in a row.”
She laughed. “Oh, that was Malcolm. He was a really sweet guy.”
“He was always hanging around you. It was obvious that he had a crush on you.”
“I guess he did. I’m surprised you noticed, though.”
“I noticed everything about you.”
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the expression on his face. “So, why didn’t you ask me out?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was nervous and afraid that you’d turn me down.”
“Turn you down?” she exclaimed. “Are you serious? I would have jumped at the chance to go out with you.”
“What about now?” he asked. “Would you jump at the chance to go out with me?”
“Are you asking?”
He was about to answer when his date walked in. “She’s here.”
Cyiarra followed his gaze. The woman making her way over to the table by the window was stunning. The elegant red slim pants suit flattered her slim figure and accentuated her olive skin. Her black hair fell in thick waves past her shoulders.
Cyiarra looked at Ajay. “She’s stunning.” She couldn’t help being jealous.
“Yes, she is but I’m not attracted to her or anyone else.” His eyes were riveted to her face. “I’ve eyes only for you, Cyiarra.”
Cyiarra’s pulse quickened. She took a sip of the wine.
He reached into his pocket for his wallet. He opened it and took out a business card. He jotted down his number on the back and gave it to her. “This is in case things don’t work out between you and this guy.”
She looked at him. “Are you hoping that they won’t?”
“Yes,” he admitted before standing up. “It’s good to see you, Cyiarra.”
“It’s good to see you too.” She didn’t tell him to enjoy his dinner.
He walked away.
Cyiarra watched him, wishing that she was having dinner with him instead of this other guy. She glanced at her watch. He was five minutes late. Not good. It would be embarrassing if he didn’t show up. She was about to take another sip of wine but decided that it would be a good idea having too much on an empty stomach. She was hungry. Where was he?
Just then, a tall and very attractive African American man suddenly materialized in front of her. “Good evening,” he said. “I apologize for being late. The traffic was bad. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”
She waved his apology aside. “No, I haven’t been.”
He stretched out his hand. “Cyiarra, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Keenan.”
He sat down. “Brie didn’t mention how beautiful you were.”
Cyiarra smiled. He seemed like a nice guy but every now and then, her eyes drifted over to the table by the window. A couple of times she noticed that Ajay was looking in her direction.
Dinner was pleasant but by the end of it she knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t be a second date. She smiled at Keenan. “Keenan, thanks for a lovely dinner. I enjoyed it very much. You’re a really nice guy but…”
“…but, you’re not interested.”
“Well, it was nice meeting you any way. I wish you all the best.”
“Thank you, Keenan. It was nice meeting you too.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“To the subway would be fine, thank you.”
While he paid the bill, she pulled on her jacket and grabbed her handbag. As she stood up, she looked across the room at Ajay. He was watching her. She wanted to go over and say goodnight but decided not to.
She called him in the morning. That evening they went for dinner and dancing. A year and a half later, they got married.
“I’m going to do something about this,” Winnifred declared angrily as she looked out the window at the construction site. “How dare they think that they can build a casino here? This is a respectable neighborhood. Do you know what kinds of people a casino will draw? I’m going to the meeting and voice my objections. Are you coming, Thomas?”
Thomas lowered his newspaper. He personally didn’t see what the big fuss was. If a casino brought more business to the community, why get bent out of shape about it? He wasn’t going to attend any meeting just to hear folks spewing up like volcanoes, talking over each other and not really getting anything. Besides, he was quiet comfortable relaxing in his easy chair reading his paper. “No, Dear,” he said. “I’ll pass.”
Winnifred spun around. “How would you feel if a bunch of rowdy under-aged crowds came here, bringing down our property values?”
He shrugged. “The property values went down the day your sister and her family of misfits moved here.”
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She stood there, smiling and trying to act like she was interested in what the guy in the green shirt was saying when he walked by. Their eyes met and she caught the tantalizing scent of his aftershave. She had noticed him the moment he entered the room. His spiky blond hair, strong, square jawline, piercing blue eyes, flaring nostrils and amazing looking lips made her head spin. Underneath the navy blue silk shirt she could see his bulging muscles and body. He looked away and her eyes followed him to see where he was going. She saw him head over to the bar and sit down on one of the stools, leaning over and resting those massive arms on the counter.
She turned to the guy in the green shirt who hadn’t missed a beat and was still talking about the latest in technology and smiling sweetly, she said, “Excuse me, I just spotted someone I know.” She walked away.
She headed straight for the bar, her heart beating faster with each step. She went and stood right next to him. When she turned her head, he was looking at her and she could see from the expression on his face that he liked what he saw. She knew she looked good in the off the shoulder black dress. This close, he was even more devastating and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Her stomach was doing bizarre things. “Where’s the guy I saw you with?” he asked.
“I ditched him,” she admitted and saw his eyebrows arch. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. He seemed like a nice guy but I just wasn’t interested and rather than stringing him along, I excused myself and here I am.”
“His loss,” he remarked. “May I buy you a drink?”
“Sure. What are you having?”
“A Blood Orange Punch.”
“Hmmm. Sounds interesting. Does it have alcohol in it, though?”
He shook his head. “No.”
She slid onto the stool beside him. “I’ll have one, then. Thank you.”
After he ordered the drinks, he held out his hand. “Nils.”
“Corinne.” When their fingers touched, she felt a spark that rendered her a little breathless. She was happy to note that he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. “Nils. That’s a Swedish name, isn’t it?”
He nodded with a smile. “Yes. I was born in Sweden but moved here with my parents when I was five. What about you?”
“My parents are from Nigeria but I was born here.”
“You know you’re easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting?”
She lowered her eyes, feeling self-conscious. “And you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
His eyes darkened. “After we’re done here, I’d like to take you back to my place and…”
She laughed, her pulse racing as their eyes met. “Do you usually work this fast?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No, not usually but then I never met a woman like you before. While I’m sitting here talking to you, all I can think about is how good you would look in my bed.”
“All right. Let’s finish our drinks and then leave.” She had never done this before and it was both terrifying and thrilling.
They talked some more as they drank the Blood Orange Punch. As soon as both glasses were empty, they bade Michelle, their hostess, goodnight and left. Michelle watched them go, a smile on her face. Good for you, Corinne, she thought to herself.
A short ride in his Ferrari brought them to his flat which overlooked the Thames River. As soon as he closed the door and locked it, she was in his arms and his lips were ravaging hers. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she responded wildly to his kisses. And then, he swept her off her feet and carried her to his bedroom.
The next morning when she came out of the bathroom, he was lying on his stomach, completely uncovered and she felt her body respond. “I should go,” she said, although she didn’t want to.
“Stay and have breakfast with me,” he suggested.
“All right.” Her heart lurched when he climbed out of the bed and walked over to her.
“Let’s make it a late breakfast,” he murmured as he pulled her into his arms.
They ended up having a very late breakfast and many more breakfasts after that. In a couple of months, they were engaged and then in the following Spring they got married. Michelle was her maid of honor.
Corinne never imagined that when she went to Michelle’s launch party, she would meet her soulmate. A smile touched her lips as she remembered the quote,When your eyes met mine, my soul pointed at you and whispered to my heart, “Him..” Yes, Nils was definitely her soulmate. She squealed now as he picked her up and ran towards the foamy waters as they licked the white sandy beach of Bora Bora.
Do not be unequallyyoked together with unbelievers. For what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness? – 2 Corinthians 6:14
There signs were there but either she was blind to them or she didn’t want to see them. They spoke at odd hours. She never met his family or any of his friends and he didn’t seem keen on meeting hers. She had no idea where he lived. He never invited her to his place and always ended up at hers. They never spent the holidays together or attended special events. Once when she got tickets to a play she had always wanted to see, he told her that something had come up and he couldn’t go. She had to ask a friend to go with her.
He never used his credit card. He paid everything in cash. He took her to lonely and secluded places. And whenever they were in public, he was different, not showing any display of affection. To the casual observer, they were just friends, nothing more but behind closed doors, it was a different story. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. And then there was the wedding band line although he hadn’t mentioned anything about being married. And on more than one occasion she had invited him to go to church with her but he always had an excuse why he couldn’t go.
Her gut told her that something was not right. It kept nagging her driving her to pray about it. God led her to two passages: The first was: 1 Thessalonians 4:3-5 which said,For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God.”
And the second was Hebrews 13:4: Marriage is to be held in honor among all, and the marriage bed is to be undefiled; for fornicators and adulterers God will judge.
God was telling her plainly that her boyfriend was a married man and that she needed to end their relationship. After she closed the Bible, she collapsed on the carpet and began to cry. The pain was unbearable. She loved him and he had been lying to her all this time.
Hours later when she was composed, she called him on his cell. It rang a long time and just as she was about to end the call, he answered. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I was in the middle of something.”
“I need to see you,” she said simply. “Can you meet me this afternoon?”
“I can’t this afternoon. How about tomorrow afternoon around 4?”
“Fine. I’ll meet you tomorrow afternoon at the entrance of Craigleigh Gardens Park.” They had been to the park before because there was an air of secrecy about it and not many people were around. Whenever they were there, they felt as if they had the place all to themselves.
“Why I see you at your place?”
“I prefer to meet you in the park.”
“All right. I’ll see you then. I love you.”
She didn’t say “I love you” as usual but, instead mumbled, “Bye” and ended the call. She went out onto the terrace where she sat for a long time, dreading the inevitable.
As she stood at the entrance to the park waiting for him, she prayed and asked God to give her the strength to do what she must do. And she had this assurance, “fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Knowing that God was with her gave her comfort but it was going to be hard and very painful to say goodbye to the man she loved. How she wished he weren’t married or lied to her about it.What else did he lie about?
Five minutes to four, he showed up. Her heart leapt in her throat and she had to fight the impulse to throw her arms around him. He wouldn’t have minded there wasn’t anyone around. He looked handsome in the expensive looking striped navy blue suit, snow white shirt and no tie. His thick, silky bronze colored hair was neatly combed as usual. He exuded sophistication and virility. As he approached her, she felt her resolve weakening and she frantically said a silent prayer.
She saw his eyes travel over her in the yellow top and black skirt and the desire in his eyes. She tried to ignore her body’s reaction. Not seeming to notice that something was amiss, he said, “Hello, Erika” and was about to take her in his arms when she stepped back. Frowning, he asked, “Is something wrong?”
“Let’s go inside and find a bench,” she suggested and turned away. She went through the entrance and he followed her. Nothing was said until they found a bench. He waited until she was seated and then he sat down. After taking a deep breath, she said, “It’s over between you and me.”
He looked startled and for a few minutes, he was at a loss for words and then he finally asked, “Why?”
“You’re married, Cyrus.”
“How did you find out?”
“The signs were there but I didn’t want to see them. When I see you it’s usually at your convenience. I have never met your family or your friends or been to your place and we only go to certain places. Things haven’t been adding up and my gut kept telling me that something was wrong. And your finger,” she said looking down at his left hand. “has the mark of a ring. When you’re with me you don’t wear it. How long have you been married?”
He sighed. “Ten years.”
“Do you have any children?” She fought to keep the tears back.
“Yes. Two. A six year old boy and a four year old girl.”
She buried her face in her hands and groaned. He was married with children. All those times when they couldn’t spend Christmas or New Year’s together, it was because of his family.
He reached out to pull her towards him as he muttered, “Erika, I’m sorry.”
She pushed his hand away, the tears rolling down her face. “You’re sorry,” she cried angrily. “Sorry that you lied to me or sorry that I found out? All this time you and I were seeing each other, you were really cheating on your wife. If I had known that you were married I never would have gotten involved with you.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“Am I your first affair or have you had others before me?”
“No. I’ve never cheated on my wife before. The thought never occurred to me but that changed when I met you. I knew it was wrong to get involved with you but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted you so much…”
“I fell in love with you, Cyrus, not knowing that you had a family. When you were with me, did you think about them and how this would hurt them?”
He ran his fingers through his hair, his face pale. “No, I wasn’t thinking,” he admitted tightly. “All I could think about was you and how much I loved you–”
“Please, don’t tell me that you love me.”
“But, I do. I love you more than I love my children.”
“What about your wife? Do you love her?”
“No. I stopped loving her after our daughter was born.”
“Why are you still married?”
“Two reasons are preventing me from getting a divorce–my religion and my children. So, I’m stuck in a marriage to a woman I don’t love while I’m in love with a woman who doesn’t want me anymore.”
For a brief, maddening moment, she wanted to put her arms around him and tell him that she still wanted him, desperately. But, as a Christian, she couldn’t stay in a relationship that wasn’t right for her. She loved him so much that it hurt but she had to obey God’s Word. Sometimes, you had to walk away from love. She stood up, her heart breaking and the tears streaming down her face. “Cyrus, I’m sorry that you are stuck in an unhappy marriage. I hope and pray that things work out for you and that you find happiness but it won’t be with me. I have to find my own happiness.”
He stood up, anguish marring his features. “What are you saying, Erika?”
“I’m saying goodbye. I’m saying that it’s over between us.”
“But, I love you.”
“And I love you but you’re a married man.”
“So, it’s really over?”
“Yes.” The word was choked sob.
“Could I at least kiss you goodbye?” he asked thickly. “Please?”
Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her in his arms and kiss her. When she felt his lips on hers, she put her arms around his neck and eagerly kissed him back. They exchanged passionate kisses for several minutes and then she pulled away from him. She turned away, gulping for air.
“Please go,” she begged, still with her back turned to him.
There was a brief pause and then he was walking away–out of her life for good.
To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let the other person who wishes to be free go no matter how much it hurts – Taylor Swift