Original Sin. You can’t say anything meaningful about love unless you put your personality to the test.
From the unpublished work, Love Birds by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren He slammed shut the door. I followed him into the sitting room where he sank into his favorite seat. “Please sit down and make yourself comfortable,” he pointed at the sofa. I placed my bag on the sofa and slowly settled down. My eyes travelled round the sitting room. His portrait on the wall, the chairs, light bulbs on the ceiling, the tiles on the floor, fans and shelf were neatly arranged. The atmosphere was refreshing. No foul smell, the house was organized. I was attracted to the books carefully arranged on the shelf. I got up and moved over to the shelf. I picked one of the books and turned the pages slowly. The book had a decent cover and the print was great. I shot a glance at him. Our eyes met. “I love reading books,” I said. “They enrich lives.” “Yes, it is good to read. I read a lot,” he smiled. “What can I offer you?” I placed the book back on the shelf and returned to my seat. I understand why he is...