Thursday, 14 November 2013

The Fondly Reminiscence.

It had never struck my attention that love could be so elusive until that day i ran into you, my after-high school crush. To me,backing off has not a day been equivalent to absolute surrender when it comes to matters in pertinence to the realm of love.I came to you, as honest as a child would and poured out my heart to you. A move that was to release the torn in my flesh. A move that with it i foresaw a walk in the park. It is this move that i thought could bring me closer to you,the girl I’m glad to have crossed my part,nevertheless.Little did i know that i was to be met by a jerky at the doors of your heart, a heart that gave me contrary to solace.Nevertheless,girl I’ll be back.
There are people you’d love not because they are good nor because they’re bad,but just for the way they are;girl you’re of this mettle.And just for the record,girl I’ve never been sorry for this.If falling for you was wrong, then let me be wrong forever.I don’t expect to be sorry for being honest,in fact you should.You should hold the accountability of maiming a fragile heart.A heart whose only crime was sincerity to cherish.I only pray that someday someway you’ll make up to it and love me like you never resented.
The memories of you still rehearse at the back of my mind,a fondly reminiscence i often pay a visit to,a fondly reminiscence never to forget through fire and rain.I still feel the same way even when you’re at the other side of the cellphone,not to mention agitation at the sight of you.Of your adorable lips and tranquil voice that unforgivably penetrates to the farthest scope of my heart and soul with a sense of serenity,of your gentle eyes and the sparkles they auto-produce every single twinkle,that weaken my feet in a way i can’t quite comprehend. Then there are your beautiful nails to which i could kiss the them all day if you’d let me,attached superbly onto your so soft,soft like velvet to my skin….all these together collaborate towards one mutual mission-to sanction an emotional kill!
And after all this while,don’t dare bet on a return,killer girl.Because i definitely will pull one soon.Your one honorable prime job then is to finish the kill,after which together we’ll tear down the cobwebs of the melancholic longing for each other…..and to walk together hand in hand into the journey of forever.

Saturday, 9 November 2013

WHEN THE FUTURE WAS BUT AN IMAGINATION.


         It loudly confronts my memory,when those days i couldn't imagine. When i couldn't imagine myself as a grown up. when i thought I'd remain that size and age perhaps forever. when i thought the grown ups and adults i saw around found themselves that way-weird! Wen i couldn't imagine how my future would be. When i went to the extend of thinking there comes a day for me to make a wish of my future and Amen!..Was i afraid of the future? or was i just making a dunderhead of myself? Maybe the latter is probable.


But then now i know.i know that no future comes about without having been made, that the times of Manna and Quail is a record of old. And have i not heard the Solomons of my tribe? They've said it all, that Kyome metit, Makomiten tuguk ab buch kasari. What the white man would say Nothing comes for free these days, We must exploit our own brains. It is crystal clear now to me that this is true, that life is a reality that you make it be. That nothing is to be drawn from the bank of life for unless what is deposted in it, contrary to them days. Days that i depended on everything possible for anything, even Jimmy my dog to lick my mucus.

The days that i was just there, thinking that the future was bu an imagination.
What a transition!