For The Love Of Prose: The Scent of Waters by Lulufa Vongtau

Before now, I had set out to post beautiful stories people can learn a thing or two from, on the blog, be it fact or fiction.
Today, I came across one of such stories, and  enjoyed it immensely, despite how lengthy it was. Although it's fiction, the story tells of how once in a lifetime, the parts of soul mates cross, but are kept apart by the cruel hands of fate. By the end of the story, I'm sure you'd agree with me that the writer Lulufa Vongtau, is brilliant to say the least.
Sit back, grab a drink or snack if close by and enjoy this emotion evoking story:

FOR there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth and the stock thereof die in the ground. Yet through the scent of water it will bud and bring forth boughs like a plant. Job 14.7- 9 KJV.

She was not beautiful. Yet she had things that made one notice her, and notice her in the most civilized manner. It was her hands; they were the first things about her I noticed as we both reached for the same tape at the checkout counter of the home video rental club. They looked soft and fresh; manicured, the nails were painted a very lady like pink, with just the right touch of chipping on one or two nails to discourage a verdict of perfection. I murmured ‘Ladies first’ and she accepted, graciously, like a lady. I followed the hands up to and past her elbow to her face.