The Good Times
The day before, I sneaked out of my room after my mid night supper, just to have a smoke. Like always I climbed up to my flat roof. I loved looking at the stars and the moon while I take my puffs. Yesterday was different because I experience an unexpected company.
There was only one way to step into the roof, the way through the stairs. Coming out from my room, I tip toed through the stairs as I don’t want to be noisy and get anyone disturbed. When I got onto the roof, I saw someone sitting on the corner. I wasn’t really surprised or that happy to meet a stranger on the roof in the middle of the night as I rarely get spooked.
So I asked, “Hey, what are you doing up on the roof?”
She replied calmly “Same as you, came here for a smoke, do you have a lighter?”
I handed the match box to her. I took out a cigarette and placed on my lips.
She looked at me and said, “You should quit smoking those, it will kill ya?”
I was a little surprised I said “Really?” She continued “Try this, it is a lot healthier.”
She lit up a roll, took a drag and handed it to me, I too took a drag and so we went back and forth till we smoked up the whole joint.
I must say, it was really good stuff. I don’t know how long we sat there enjoying the trip.
She took out a bottle of water from the bag next to her and offered; I took the bottle out of her hands and gulped down the water. I handed the bottle to her and said “Thanks”.
I extended my hand and introduced myself to her “I am Daniels, what’s your story?”
She shook my hand and in an instant, I knew who she was, then she let my hand go and said “From time to time I visit, this planet like I do so many others. Like you, there are a few to whom I revealed my existence.”
I smirked, “Oh, the whole world is aware of your existence except for maybe the Atheists”.
She smiled and said “You got me wrong. They all get me wrong. It is the Atheists who have the right answer about me.”
I looked at her puzzled.
She continued “You are stubbornly trying to understand what I am or trying to quantify me into concepts that you can currently understand now. When you ask an Atheist who is God? He will give you the right answer. He doesn’t know. Neither does anybody, including you? When I showed you who I was, your mind quickly tried to wrap my existence around a concept that you were familiar with and that was God. Isn’t God just a concept, isn’t he as fictional as Santa Claus as long as there isn’t any quantifiable proof. The existence of the North Pole doesn’t prove the existence of Santa Claus as much as the existence of the universe or life, proving the existence of God.”
I was still confused at the contradiction that was in front of me. “Who are you then?”
She replied “Your mind has the right idea of visualizing me as a female. Isn’t the word female synonymous with mystery? So Label me a mystery if you must or don’t label me at all”.
It became very clear that I don’t know anything, these were things that were beyond me, but I still had to ask “Why me?”
She replied “Why Not? Again, you need reasons, for questions that have none, I am sure your trusted logic is failing you. It is okay not everything has to make sense, not every thing needs reason”.
I asked her “Is it okay that I still believe that you are God?”
She laughed and replied “Choice is yours, expectations aren’t. Bye.”
She disappeared as I whispered “Bye”.
I came back down to my room and slept with that beautiful face I saw with a smile in my heart.