So, this week one of my very good friends decided to put some thoughts on screen. All credits to him. Let me allow him to speak…
I can boast of being the most careful dude ever,
What I didn’t know is that too much carefulness
May attract an equal measure of carelessness.
I slipped. A poisonous error.
So I met this girl,
Her beauty like a bunch of roses,
I didn’t see the “Murder she wrote” tag on her back.
See, I love a flawless skin, nice legs, that waspy waist…
my list is endless, but a twelve o’clock bust a plus…
I was just into her.
F my defence ministry.
Of late I’ve been reduced to a mere puppet. Jeez. Me.
“Babe, TRM pizza for lunch, Garden City’s for dinner…”
My 24/7/365 meek YES always the answer,
Some small sense, remnant, not much, says “RUUN!”
I laugh it off. My ATM cards…all pins I gave…
all to show my “undying” love. A silly costly move.
My hands, mind and moves are all tied…
I am a prisoner of my own doing,
And my love won’t read this coz it’s a phony account,
Someone teach me some new chess moves,
My love is too good for me.
Last time I checked the stats, I was still check-mated.
by Enock Owiti