By Jomo David

 

I used to pass by their home each evening

Not a word, sometimes with my face down

Avoiding any eye contact that could probably raise eyebrows about my motives,

But every time I could see her

My body warmed up, as this desire to stand and call on this little flower

Kept rising like smoke in the gas chamber.

 

I stalked her for close to a month

From that, I didn’t see anyone else trying to outrun my moves

Yeah, I know boys are boys and some could flirt with her on the way

But she easily shoed them away, with a smile on her brown cheeks.

These were the moments I wished to smash anyone who even held my flower’s hand for more than a second.

She was mine, and mine alone.

 

A day like no other came to pass

I was walking as I used to on the way

Then a figure approached, tightened in a black dress

She was alone strolling like a chameleon

We neared and on impulse, I gave her a hand

She took it and fixed her head down

While the other hand fixed its fingers in her mouth

She was warm and a minute forever, I thought this was not real.

 

I told her my name, she did the same

I asked her for a day out, but with some giggles like water bubbles

She told me no, it can not happen

Like a defeated soldier, I collected my remaining ego

One leg led the other back  home feeling dejected

Anger, disbelief and heavy heart were my suppers that evening

Why, why, why….more whys strayed in my head.

 

After one week, I saw her walking back home

A small round waist kept shaking

Her hands were dancing aside

Every move she made was lyrical

So I tried my luck again with a sneeze

She looked back and as our eyes met

A big lovely smile spread her cheeks

She walked back to where I stood and shook my hand.

The rest is a history not to mention the day I partitioned all parts of my flower.

 

Nothing beats the smell of a red rose

When all you got is a string of feelings for her,

To the very many years of creating memories

And designing more romantic waves

I am glad to have some precious time with her, my first love.

 

©Joweda

The African Son

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