Celebrating East African Writing!
Before you run:
she was pretty, he was rugged
she was sweet, he was broody
she was naive, he was worldly
she was a dreamer, he was grounded
she was fragile, he was hardened
she was a believer, he was a cynic
she loved, he…well he lived
their meeting was coincidental
their attraction was inconceivable
their love was undeniable
the outcome was inexplicable
she was his Bonnie, he was her Clyde
he was her beauty
she was his Beast!
And the men, what have they to say, or do?
Two men, too different… by Nigel Obiya
This man stood in the dark(He stood in the light)
This man had no idea what to do with the light(He had made it through the night)
For so much time had gone by since dusk(He was free… a seed, ready to grow, that has shed its outer husk)
He had spent one too many hours in ‘fright’(Not to be confused with being ‘about to flee’… he was ‘about to soar’, ready to take flight)
Too much time had gone by since he’d gotten lost in the night(And it all came naturally, everything just sort of… felt right)
He’d taken the same wrong path he swore he would avoid(He’d avoided a path that he knew so well, one that was… of all serenity, devoid)
That same mistake over and over again, he was frustrated… annoyed(Some would call it a ‘near miss’, he calls it a ‘near crash’… because he nearly crashed and missed, he was overjoyed)
The previous man… a broken record, a repetitive mistake, an irritating stutter
Just for the record, the previous emotional clutter… seems much less appealing than the organized latter
And the obvious better option for me… for you
Is to work extra hard at being guy number two.