Through My Glasses

I couldn't move. How could I, when I was staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen? People who know me know that I am at least  three things when it comes to the opposite sex: a brain girl, eyes girl, and abs girl. Words will not do me justice to accurately describe how beautiful my stranger's eyes were, but I will try. He had large eye balls and I was enraptured by the light golden specks that  colored  his pupils. His eyes were unusual. Common but not common big brown eyes. There was a sense of  openness  in his eyes. But they were also enigmatic. Like there were several layers of secret buried in them. I stared and stared. I couldn't get enough. I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. I was certain they were looking into my soul. Dangerously deadly beautiful eyes. Searching. Prodding. I can't recollect how long I stood staring into my perfect stranger's eyes. 10 seconds? 1 minute? 10 minutes? Who cared about time anyways? A blare

I saw him again. My perfect stranger. For the third week running, he was standing where he always stood, beside his black Hyundai Saloon car. His legs were crossed as he leaned leisurely on his car. I had since realized this was premeditated. Carefully planned. Like he had my itinerary all figured out.  First time could be excused on the altar of time and chance. Second time could be called coincidence. But a full three weeks? Story for the gods. This was strategically orchestrated.   Even though this was was supposed to be disconcerting, I found it somewhat  exhilarating. I knew he was watching me as I approached the turn that would lead to my office. I tried so hard to ignore him. I couldn't. It was a battle I lost before it even started. I felt his steady gaze on me.  Staring. Deeply.  I took a deep breath and tried to walk past him. I couldn't help myself. Our eyes met briefly and I looked away. In that short moment, I knew that he knew that I knew he was watching me

Over the course of my life, I have been blessed by wonderful teachers- both formal and informal. Throughout the years of adolescence, when I was at my most vulnerable state, when I was still struggling to reconcile myself to the adult world, there were a few who stood by me and helped me through our moments of uncertainty. These people  include my parents, teachers and pastor (s). My parents, mum especially, were my first teachers. They taught me life values needed to navigate life. Through their life styles, my parents mirrored life, more than any formal teaching would have done. My parents taught me that there was nothing I couldn't achieve if I put my mind to it. They taught me that gender was no barrier to greatness and success. They taught me the value of hard work, discipline and contentment. Above all, they taught me how to love and depend on Jesus. Next came my Grade 3 teacher in D-Nals Middle School- Ms. Ijeoma Okam. Ms Ijeoma was the first person who recogniz