Who is Jacky? Am I Jacky?


It was a great windy afternoon, I watched how people fade into their busy activities. Kids bike around and their laughter filled the air. Couples walked hand in hand, exchanged kisses and secret codes.

Out of the blue, an old man crossed the pedestrian lane, smiled and waved at me. I am 100 percent sure he waved at me, I was the only one sitting outside KFC eating my coleslaw and hotshots. I smiled back thinking that he was just being nice and maybe he was just like that, the kind of person who waves a lot.

Within a few seconds, he was standing a few meters away from my table then started mumbling out words I can’t understand at first. I was too stunned to look at him. I didn’t know what to do, whether to stand up and scream for help or just leave because I was too frightened. My inner self is telling me to get up but I was planted on my seat. All I managed to do was get my blue small notebook where I doodle my thoughts and pen and wrote down all the things he was saying.

“Jacky, I was waiting for you at Mcdonalds, I told you to wait for me but you didn’t. I told you a lot of men will take advantage of you. Look at what happened now, all because you didn’t listen.”

He continued to talk to me, looking left, looking right, straight into my eyes. I stayed, I knew he needed someone to talk to, though I am a total stranger to him and it was obvious he was out of his mind, I wanted to stay and listen. A guard approached us, he looked at me with his eyes questioning if I was okay and I nodded back giving him a silent response that the old man is harmless, then he left.

“You should have stayed Jacky… with me”

The old man continued to talk, he still kept on calling me Jacky and about how stubborn I was, that I should have listened. Then he said his final words before walking away.

“I love you, just tell me when you need me, I’ll be there”

Yes, a total stranger made me cry at that exact moment. He was a lost soul… like all of us, who gave love, maybe all the love he can give and wanted love in return.

My soul dwindled into the afternoon sky as I watched him go. He was not crazy, for crazy is for the ones who don’t believe that love exist. He believed in Jacky, and maybe he believed in me?