Meeting Darlene Kollie was just something from a dream. She was a petite type of girl, about five-five and large eyes that looked like she was looking through me. There were some fresh scratches on her face but her plump body was complemented with her ability to make anyone feel welcome. It was the beginning of February, 2012 when we met at a friend’s birthday party.
The moment our eyes met, I knew there was some chemistry that needed to cement the love that was bubbling in our hearts. She sat alone at one of the corners in the house, and being the nosey type, I ambled my way to her.
I said, “Hi friend,” and smiling, sat beside her, “may I sit with you?”
“No problem,” she said, and her voice had something that excited me. I was excited and did not want to lose any moment with her.
“I see you are alone here,” I made an attempt to engage her in conversation, “I’ve been watching you and I thought I should come over to chat with you.”
Her lovely eyes swept from left to right and that was when I saw some additional scratches on the side of her face. I wanted to ask her whether she had been involved in a motor-bike accident but my mouth was heavy. The dimple on her cheek was discernible and it distracted me.
“I like to be by myself,” she said, and rolled her head back.
“I was just wondering why you are sitting here alone,” I said, and her lovely eyes stared at me.
“I came with some friends,” she said, still smiling, “but they are all busy as you can see over there.”
I turned to look at the direction she had indicated and I saw several beautiful women engaged in some discussions. In fact the party had gone on for a while and my friend whose party we had assembled had gotten drunk and was nowhere around.
To cut a long story short, three months later, we had come to know each other fairly well and poor me I never entertained any idea that there could any surprise somewhere in the horizon about her.
I knew it was possible every matured lady in the street was connected somehow to someone, in the affairs of the heart but since Darlene did not inform me about any of any hidden surprise, I chose not to ask her.
I had grown fond of her and I thought she had also grown to accept me. Perhaps the reader would think that I was some kind a gullible man who would accept things in the face value, for the truth was that I knew love when I saw one, and was always not prepared to probe on to invite any disappointment.
One day I visited Darlene at her resident in Logan Town. When I arrived, I could hear a man’s voice in the particular house that I knew to be her own and not aware of any of her immediate brothers in Monrovia, I ignored the message that was forcing itself into my ears. Three young men were sitting on the other side of house, and when they saw me, one of them emitted a cough.
I swept my eyes to see who was coughing and suddenly, the three who were happily chattering became quiet and began to look each other in the face. I ignored it and moved towards the room and gave it a knock.
“Who is knocking at the door like that,” a man’s voice said.
“Knock, knock,” I kept the pressure on, and waited.
“I say who is that,” the voice came back, and it was then I knew something strange was about to happen.
I wanted to leave and return another time but since I was not sure about who was in the room, I decided to wait and see the result.
“It’s Tony,” I said, “I came to Darlene.”
“Who is he, Darlene?” the voice said, and the next moment, a huge man stormed out of the room, holding Darlene by the neck. She was in tears. He pushed her violently towards me.
“You came to this thing?” was what he said to me, and though he appeared physically strong, I felt instantly angry and knew right then what had been going on in Darlene’s life, which was that she was being abused by him.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed and looked at me, as I embraced her. Shockingly, tears filled my eyes, for Darlene. But to my surprise the huge man had returned to the room and was howling against her.
I knew I had to act but I was alone and therefore I could not make any attempt to get vigilante justice for Darlene and therefore I decided to encourage her to leave the house to avoid further more trouble.
After two years we were happily married, for out of her troubles she found love from someone who cared.