She walked in a slow staccato rhythm and I walked with a rushed allegro beats. She tried to calm me down and beseeched to just enjoy the steps.

by Teddy Fikre  written:  Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

There, I found her again in the middle of DC right next to corner bakery.  It seems that Serendipity had decided to rejoin my side for one more day at least.  I am not sure what induced her to return; further more confused what made her leave in the first place.  But I was not about to inundate her with questions, better to count my blessings and understand that Serendipity is always ephemeral.  So when she decides to visit again, always just say a quiet prayer and don’t be selfish by trying to suffocate her with guilt. Just breath her in, enjoy her essence, so that when she departs at least you are left a piece of her pheromones in your nostrils and a touch of her hands in your breast.

Thus, at approximately 2:15, Serendipity returned my call.  I asked her what she was doing, she said she just finished lunch and was on her way back to work.  I sighed; she felt a pang of culpability rushing through her cranium for making me wait so.  Thus, she invited me to join her for a walk back to her office and I kindly accepted her extended gesture of friendship.  Time to put down the pen and pad and walk over to see this light skinned mocha chocolate waiting for me in chocolate city.  I pranced in the air; I danced in between molecules at the thought of seeing Serendipity waiting for me in warm lit corners.

There, all the sudden she appeared.  Her hair strewn by the wind but her beauty unfazed by the blue winds of winter.  She glanced at me, I wave at her, she waved back at me.  Thus, between a wave and a wink, Serendipity had rejoined with me.  A hug, a warm hello we exchanged between foreign strangers.  She said she did not have enough time but that she would invest time to walk with me for two blocks.  I took her up on this offer and divested my sins in between concrete blocks.  For 10 minutes we walked and talked, 10 minutes seemed like an eternity as I got lost in her eyes.  The heavens shone a klieg light for each step she took, and I in her shadows somehow found God’s graces.

She walked in a slow staccato rhythm and I walked with a rushed allegro beats.  I could hear her stilettos click clacking away as she glided on the street and I could do nothing more than listen to her feet.  She tried to calm me down and beseeched to just enjoy the steps.  I tried to slow down my breath and to relieve me of my anxiety of walking next to this brown skinned beauty.  Eventually, my heart calmed down, my blood pressure receded like the Oceans of Africa and in time I found myself walking the same rhythm as HER.  She talked about work and life, and I listened with bated breath.  Teddiye—you see—is not one to listen; I spend too much time talking in order to fill voids of voices in my heart.  But for this one moment, for 10 minutes, I found those voids filled by gentle voice of an angelic spirit.  As we walked from 18th St to I St and back to 18th, I traveled the world with this genie.

Maybe Serendipity saved my life, when I was about to cross the street without looking, she extended her hand and held mine, and at that exact moment, she held in her hands the essence of me.  She saved me from oncoming traffic and in the processes redeemed a helpless sinner like me.  From that moment on, I refused to let go of that hand, clasped hand in hand with a stranger we discovered for a minute what peace in the city really means.  The walk was over soon enough, shortly after she had just held my hand, Serendipity withdrew her hand and was walking back in her office.  And there I stood, breathless and speechless, hoping that Serendipity would visit me again soon.

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.”~Ingrid Bergman

[Ode to Serendipity yene Geda]

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