Finally I got to speak with the man I was supposed to spend my life with but ended up seeing him for few years.
I told him my pain,my joy,my loneliness…
Irony, sarcasm and discomfort I feel.
Hypothesis,experiments and facts that wets my iris.
Sleepless nights that get my pretty face to swell.
Yes! Finally I got to speak with him.
I did not leave behind the overwhelming dreams of a typical African child.
A gap between their view and the lady that’s evolving.
Expectations they bring to my face every morning.
Smiling faces that frown at interval.
Goals that keep rising and environment that denies me a ladder.
I spoke with him and he embraced me,
Offered me an expressive laughter, hope of a better tomorrow.