Tee2emm

Staring into the window Looking at the vast nothingness of trees and shrubs speeding in an opposite direction Avoiding your eyes Ensuring you don't notice me looking at you. Wow what self torture How hard is it to say hi? That this much emotions I have to endure I'm sure she wouldn't bite Though who can tell, she just might. Smooth, fresh and sumptuous looking skin Comparing it against mine is a great discredit. I wish I could tell her this But why I didn't, I'm still not certain Now I ask myself why I argued when my friends say I'm a shy type Hours long ride Sitting just side by side Thoughts welling inside There is no respire Unless she alights.

"Hi" Finally the shell if silence got cracked Then with a hypnotising smile she said "hi" In an instance I was in a trance I had to pinch myself back to life "How much longer will you be on this ride?" "Till the last stop" calmly she replied back Her smile now an elaborate grin revealing her perfect dent "Is it ok if I asked you to read something for me?" "When do you mean?" "Right now and here Straight from this mobile thing" "Ok then" said she I handed her the phone My hand half trembling She took it off my hand, her cotton-soft fingers clumsily touching my own Her face now glowing under the illumination of her perfection smile Revealing her perfect set Like corals littered around an ocean's shore Now set for the read She settled her eyes on the old scratched screen of my phone I tried to looked away so I won't see the countenance she'd wear But I was struck by m

Your peace and serenity gave way for pain Your green fields decorated with the slain The happy people before your masters came Though the masters left, the fields never regained its green again I remember the beauty of your mother's songs Like a healing balm they make all ache numb But your colonial master must have altered a few notes Now the beauty therein is gone It now sounds like a funeral song. Oh Africa They call you black Is that now also the colour of your heart? You were once royal Why did you throw away your royal robes, throne and crown And choose a commoners life of kissing the ground? Once your shoulders hung high But now they a drooping like tears from crying eyes Its time to go back Go back whence we came Though the path is over grown with bush and grass But it is not impossible to retrace Go back to our days of grandeur and grace . (T2m)