TO TRAP PAUL
1. You met in your third year at the local Redeem Parish that you worshiped at. He was small, only a few inches taller than you. His stiletto-shaped fingernails grazed the notes on the keyboard so effortlessly that it seemed like magic. Paul was not like the others you had met before. There was something about him that made him distinctive. Perhaps, it was in the way he laughed, how he spoke slowly as if he were begging the words to fall from his lips. The way he paid keen attention to the choristers as they rehearsed was admirable. You wished he would pay attention to you the same way. Paul was the type of guy everyone liked. The kind the akara woman would call, “Nkem,” and "Nwoke oma" by the lady who sold pepper and tomatoes at the market. The first time you both spoke was on a Tuesday at the balcony of Kachi’s place. The media crew from church were meeting up for a small get-together and, he had tagged along. You had walked out of the ...