My Prison lover delivers fresh flowers from behind the bar for my valentine

By Tshidi Monkwe

It was Valentine’s Day & I had not received a call from my Prison Lover. We were now a couple and very much in love. Our relationship was solid as a rock; nothing and no one could come between us. I spent the whole morning waiting for a phone call from him.

I was very disappointed when he didn’t call. It was unlike him, because he would call me every morning. During my lunch break, I decided to visit a relative who worked in the same office park, just to forget about the phone call I did not receive. While having a good conversation with her, I received a call from the lady that worked at our reception, informing me that there’s a delivery for me. I was perplexed as I hadn’t ordered anything. I then asked her to sign for it. She insisted that I should come and sign for it.

I then rushed to the office. When I arrived at the reception, I was handed a bunch of red roses. The man who had come to deliver them explained that he had been given an instruction to wait until I’ve read the card. I was wondering who the beautiful roses were from.

I then read the message on the card. It read as follows, “Happy Valentine’s Day Bolla. You are the best, the last and my everything. From your husband Bombolla”. Tears filled my eyes. I was over the moon. What a pleasant surprise!

The man who delivered the flowers looked at me with a smile on his face and said ” I can leave now. My job is done. I own a florist shop and your partner arranged with me to deliver the roses to you. He asked me to wait for you to read the card so that I can see your reaction. Happy Valentine’s Day my sister”.

I was astonished. All this was arranged from a prison cell. I had never received flowers from a man before. I had never celebrated Valentine’s Day in my life.

This man was something else. He just continued ticking all the right boxes. A few minutes later, I received a call from him. I immediately thanked him for the roses. I commended him for being very romantic and full of surprises. He responded by saying, “No Bolla, I am not romantic. I love you”. Now he had a way with words.

This man ensured that he gave me reasons to continue waiting for him patiently. He treated me with so much love and tenderness. He spoiled me rotten. I was his egg; his queen, his Bolla. I had never been treated with so much love, not even by the man I was once married to.

So who wouldn’t continue waiting for such a remarkable man?

Are you dying to know what else my Bombolla did for me, from a prison cell?

.This is an extract from the Non Fiction book My Prison Lover by Tshidi Monkwe.