He scurried behind me In a panic, My heart beating fast And arms sweating from the brutal midday's rays I increased my pace. He broke into a jog Relentlessly, And shamelessly he kept coming. A long time ago it was, Two thousand and three to be precise Yet, the memory remains fresh to date He crossed the broad road And quickly, he caught up with me The urgency of his news Was clear as day But, what could it be That the man couldn't wait to say?
What came out of his mouth I never would have guessed 'My dear,' he said, as he caught his breath, 'I saw you from afar And just had to let you know: I have a weakness For dark African queens A Nubian goddess Steals my heart anytime, anywhere That is the reason I married one! I don't care what anyone says This sun-baked original African skin Just turns me on!',
After uttering his statement He turned and resumed his journey He might have walked away But his words stayed behind with me Those words were so unexpected, Precious and unsolicited Even time failed to expunge The indelible memory Of a complement sweeter than honey Ernest words, they were Declared by a perfect stranger Once upon a time, On the wide main road Of the dusty little town of Chegutu
Constance van Niekerk, (Connie V) is a creative writer, poet, music lover, spoken word artist, freelance writer, blogger and educator. She has contributed to several anthologies and published her own collection, Echoes of My Heart: A Poetry Collection available for purchase on all Amazon Stores Worldwide.
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