Celebrating East African Writing!
So it was:
In my veil by Emillia
Paparazzi jostling and shouting
As soon as my feet land on the red carpet
Walking down the aisle
My veil surrounding me like a soft haze
My heart skipping a beat
Nervous I grow.
Not to crease my gown
Not to be stumbled by it
The very feeling a bride dreads
Not wishing to make all the efforts go down the drain.
Feeling alive as the camera lights flash on me
Making short steps
And pausing coyly as I count on
An itch on my neck
But I can’t scratch it here!
No one seems to be fidgeting
Every eyeball is fastened on me
My chin tilted down
A thing I had seen past brides do
Not wanting to make other see me try so hard
Scanning the place
Lavish flower arrangements
Leading to the podium.
And there I see him
Feeling his burning eyes on me
Attempts to avoid the gaze not working
My already crossed fingers shaking
My promise of a lifetime
Whisper your vows gently
Whisper them till my inner spirits hear
Slip that precious ring on my finger
Beam me with delight
To preserve this fresh love.
And here is why:
for my BF
soft beating heart
another heart beats
not my heart beating
our hearts beating
beating at once
ours beat as one.
© Cornelius Okello