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She was created for others too

I loved sunsets. That is past tense. Ever since you walked out of the door, sunrise and sunset have no difference to me, of what effect is sunshine on a soul so dark without the brightness of your smile? Sure, the sun shines but it was the tilts of your front teeth that reflected the light in right angles to illuminate the darkest corners of my life whenever you smiled.

The sunsets aren’t any better, I stand at the balcony, watching as face of the sun folds in orange wrinkles and all am left with is lethargic feeling, bits of pebbles form in my throat and I choke at my own indulgence in nostalgic thoughts of our past, my waist is yet to forget what it felt like to have your arms around it. Counting birds is no longer a potent therapy to me and the breeze maims my olfactory with your cologne, I don’t know the scent of nature anymore. Echoes of your giggles keep interrupting my meditations, and my mind refrain from focus and tenaciously grip to every detail of the ‘Us’ we were, my meditations turn into fantasies, the silence turns into your whispers, giggles, sobs, hiccups, slithers and muffled moans. I meditate to clearly see my goals, but I see you remove the posts.

I remember we gave each other names, names that were sweet music to our ears, names that assured us that destiny curved a path that only the two of us could tread on. Names that etched love on every corner of my thoughts. But these names now torture me, these names still haunt me. There is nothing more haunting than a name that refuses to die with its bearer, it’s a spirit always hovering, asking questions, pressing charges and worst of all eroding a mind that no space is left for seeds of nothingness to sprout. I want nothing of you. I don’t want to remember you. But how can’t I remember you when everything my eyes latch upon reminds me of you? In the night, I look at the sky, the black canvas that we once drew our love on; the constellations whose beauty we reveled at, the falling stars that serenaded our love every night now mock me. They laugh at the darkness I’ve become. They gossip of how hollow I’ve become ever since you left.

I don’t want to remember you.  The memories of you to me are what a blacksmith’s furnace is to steel, it hurts, it wounds and maims but it curves steel into treasure box sought by royals. I am wondering what your memories are curving me into. I was kind of dyslexic, for how could I fail to read the signs you showed? Most probably you never showed any sign. Ours was a smooth terrain,

Our names spelt love
And the illusion that it was created for us
Barred me from seeing the truth,
The truth; that you were created for others too.

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Meet Me at the River

Jaber today lets meet at the River at sundown

I really have to see you, but I can’t come to your place

Your father nearly killed me; he’d be a murderer if I failed to pick myself from the ground

I still don’t understand how he knew I was waiting by the fence

I am suspecting Akinyi told him, or does he consult oracles these days?

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I knew Akinyi will never keep our little secret

She is very jealous of what we have

The other day she called me a reject

And concealed it by imitating the way I laugh

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She had to be the one who wrote our names on sisal

Surely, why can’t she let us be?

She can do whatever she wants but one thing is vital

Your father mustn’t know I was the one he wanted to kill

You must do all you can, my identity to conceal

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I heard that he was asking why I didn’t come to milk Dibuoro

I wasn’t feeling well, that rungu nearly broke my spine

This pain is too much but the love we have for us is worth the sorrow

I love you so much, I can do anything for you; even eating raw swine

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N/B: I know you will ask, lemme just tell you before you ask

I am using red ink because I got confused seriously

I thought I slipped a blue pen in my pocket but darkness is a liar

Kumbe it was red, now I am still in the fields grazing owada

 

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Please come with some Robb or Kaluma

My back is aching, I need massage

I love you like milk and potato