The She-Factor

I was on a bus that day..catchin the long ride from badagry to mile 2 when it happened..we pulled up at a bus-stop and as people alighted,I happened to look up from my reading and look through the glass window..our eyes met..and in that fraction of a second..I knew..she was aware..like birds of passage in a mating dance..we had flashed colours and created a picture of possibilties..young black male spots young black female..and they both know the steps to the ageless ritual dance..she knew I was searchin..and I knew she was on the lookout too..no time for pretence or formality..we both knew..then the bus pulls out of the station and breaks off the communion..no time for regrets..no time for apologies..we both look away and confront our reality..me,back to my reading..her,back to her waiting..but she knew..she was aware,all right...