QUEEN ELIZABETH
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Leaving her would be detrimental to me. My heart aches for Elizabeth every time I think of her - yet she really never leaves my thoughts. I wonder how unfair the world is to me. All my peers walk around with a damsel in tow. Every morning my heart aches and mourns for love. I have nowhere to look. At the front Ezra sweeps his lady -Eudiah off the ground with a hug. On my sides are other friends, a Jack and Purity are walking together hands wrapped around the other's waist and the other couple, Willy and Nancy, looking more of a twin laughing hysterically under that big Jacaranda tree, where most of the students who claimed to be in love with each other went jacarandering, (to talk of their relationship privately.) At the back, I had no strength left to turn, lest I meet a heart hurting setting. Enough is enough.
A girl of her own. Astoundingly bewitching. A lady created by God's own hands, with the dust of the stars rather than the dust if the ground. Her well punctuated strides that sets the staring watering eyes of both the female and the male, both the old and the young glued at her from where she approaches to where she disappears in to a corner. She is such a spot. "Why on earth would anyone walk to the shamba every morning only to come back in the evening tired and the garden unattended to claiming to be back on duty, on the morrow of that day.
Now, treading in the hot burning sun, in a state of oblivion, an awful stuff strikes my mind. Elizabeth is a girl I have, for the past one year, long to have for a soul mate. She makes me sit up burning the midnight candle reciting poem of love after another in a bid to hatch a strategy of in-boxing her. My love for her is real. This is no haze of infatuation. Whether love or not. That's not the big deal here. The real issue is how do I ever approach her? Not once, not twice, not thrice but many a times I gather courage only to end up dumb after that enthusiastic greeting. Even a chat on her academic life that I plan to divert to when defeated becomes unutterable. "Elizabeth, you know what I want from you. Don't you? Of course you do. Why don't you lighten my load?" I silently whisper at heart. By that plastic serious face she puts on, you can easily, as a matter if fact, conclude that for sure, she understands my feeling.
I vividly recall the million times she smiles at me when I don't look at her. Her slender figure, sexy eyes and her ever beautiful face no matter the emotion she has are a clear depicts of her natural beauty. She wears no make up as well. However, like Queen Easter, none of the slaying queens attracts as much as a quarter of the attention she effortlessly is given. .
I am a shy boy. I am afraid to express my feelings. Our planed dates ends up in something more of an academic oriented motivation speech rather than a peer social forum to echo the deepest of the story in the heart. We always end up saying goodbye before releasing the heavy burdens we carry in our hidden hearts. Is this the reason why Christ said that we take all heavy burdens to him? Will he handle the one I carry? This burden is just too unbearable for me to carry on. Every other rising of the sun and setting of the sun makes my heart heavier as though it's the food she eats that makes her love in me heavier?
"This day," I said hopefully to myself, "I will make it." I think that all my fears are history. On my face, I hung a mischievous smile. I seem to know the real value of love. I move like a chameleon with my unblinking eyes focused on the girl dressed in a red veil. I watch bluntly into the blank air darkened quickly by the unnumbered stars engulfing my eye lashes. My past life is now fogged. I search diligently in the temporary darkness shifting my eyes frequently to glance a sentence or two of romantic words to say to my lifetime partner. I set my eyes steadily on the damsel. As pretty as the morning star. I blink severally and rapidly to wet my dry iris.
My eyes Waters - courtesy of the pepper I forgot to wash my hands after setting the table. She fishes her handkerchief and wipes my affected right cheek dry. She steals a glare at me comfortably resting my head on her lap. My body parallel to earth. I raise my right eye and no sooner has it met hers when she, by use of her hands, covers her face. Let it not be said that she is an easy girl. With that, she literally takes to her heels. The day ends. A total waste to my golden opportunity. Bloody-fearful boy.
I went to my bed and therein is hatched a plan to use my phone to accomplish my mission. Thank you to technology. How else could some of us cowards and useless men ever get a fiancee? It's a good plan. It just should hatch into a flourishing proposal.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"How are you doing my love?"
"Hark! Since when did I become your love?"
"It's me dear! It's me!"
"Who are you? In fact, don't even say when you are. I don't need to know."
"You'll recall this one day when you look for love."
"Never! A girl like me never looks for love. Love looks for me."
"That is why I have looked for you. Now that I've found you, why don't we move together?"
"Nonsense! My heart belongs to some other guy between planet Mars and Jupiter. Please, I don't need your love. I don't know ow why I'm even entertaining you. Goodbye."
The phone slips off my hands and kisses the dirty floor. I think it's time I peeped through the next window and go hunting.
"Wait! I shouted. "Did she say she didn't know me? Let me press the button once again." I conclude as I stretch out for the fallen phone. Oops! The screen looks like a graph paper. Huh! As long as it's not my face, who cares.
"Do you need to know me so that you can open your heart for my advent?"
"You are wasting your time. I need to know you not. Goodbye!"
My brother who has all along watching me laughs me off.
"Your girl must have been swept by a man next door when you were still lingering in slumber land." He says with a certain degree of surety.
I become hopeless. I wonder why I would be flooding such an El Nino of love to the unlovable lady. To a wench who's just seated wondering whether her pet is well fed or not. I think of who that person would be yet I, from as far as eternity, have been spending full days with her. Verily. Verily. As there is no life somewhere between Mars and Jupiter, that person does not exist. In a display of unassuming confidence, I took the phone again.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you E. J. White. As I was craftily carving out a niche for myself in a genre where many others must have shown interest, I accept my defeat. I teary remember of the many instances I have had to flee from myself after innocently failing to speak my mind to you. Say hi to your love. It's Midwel Childson. Goodbye too."
Within a blink of an eye after the delivery report of the text. My phone rings. How else would I realize that the phone I have in hand belongs to my brother? I pick the call.
"Seriously! Childson, is that you dear? I thought that this day would never reach. I dismiss everything in it, in its entirety. I do love you Childson. My man between Mars and Jupiter." She said as I fell with a thud. Childson, demented, in hysteria... (to be continued.)
©Wr. Demetrius White Berry.
Leaving her would be detrimental to me. My heart aches for Elizabeth every time I think of her - yet she really never leaves my thoughts. I wonder how unfair the world is to me. All my peers walk around with a damsel in tow. Every morning my heart aches and mourns for love. I have nowhere to look. At the front Ezra sweeps his lady -Eudiah off the ground with a hug. On my sides are other friends, a Jack and Purity are walking together hands wrapped around the other's waist and the other couple, Willy and Nancy, looking more of a twin laughing hysterically under that big Jacaranda tree, where most of the students who claimed to be in love with each other went jacarandering, (to talk of their relationship privately.) At the back, I had no strength left to turn, lest I meet a heart hurting setting. Enough is enough.
A girl of her own. Astoundingly bewitching. A lady created by God's own hands, with the dust of the stars rather than the dust if the ground. Her well punctuated strides that sets the staring watering eyes of both the female and the male, both the old and the young glued at her from where she approaches to where she disappears in to a corner. She is such a spot. "Why on earth would anyone walk to the shamba every morning only to come back in the evening tired and the garden unattended to claiming to be back on duty, on the morrow of that day.
Now, treading in the hot burning sun, in a state of oblivion, an awful stuff strikes my mind. Elizabeth is a girl I have, for the past one year, long to have for a soul mate. She makes me sit up burning the midnight candle reciting poem of love after another in a bid to hatch a strategy of in-boxing her. My love for her is real. This is no haze of infatuation. Whether love or not. That's not the big deal here. The real issue is how do I ever approach her? Not once, not twice, not thrice but many a times I gather courage only to end up dumb after that enthusiastic greeting. Even a chat on her academic life that I plan to divert to when defeated becomes unutterable. "Elizabeth, you know what I want from you. Don't you? Of course you do. Why don't you lighten my load?" I silently whisper at heart. By that plastic serious face she puts on, you can easily, as a matter if fact, conclude that for sure, she understands my feeling.
I vividly recall the million times she smiles at me when I don't look at her. Her slender figure, sexy eyes and her ever beautiful face no matter the emotion she has are a clear depicts of her natural beauty. She wears no make up as well. However, like Queen Easter, none of the slaying queens attracts as much as a quarter of the attention she effortlessly is given. .
I am a shy boy. I am afraid to express my feelings. Our planed dates ends up in something more of an academic oriented motivation speech rather than a peer social forum to echo the deepest of the story in the heart. We always end up saying goodbye before releasing the heavy burdens we carry in our hidden hearts. Is this the reason why Christ said that we take all heavy burdens to him? Will he handle the one I carry? This burden is just too unbearable for me to carry on. Every other rising of the sun and setting of the sun makes my heart heavier as though it's the food she eats that makes her love in me heavier?
"This day," I said hopefully to myself, "I will make it." I think that all my fears are history. On my face, I hung a mischievous smile. I seem to know the real value of love. I move like a chameleon with my unblinking eyes focused on the girl dressed in a red veil. I watch bluntly into the blank air darkened quickly by the unnumbered stars engulfing my eye lashes. My past life is now fogged. I search diligently in the temporary darkness shifting my eyes frequently to glance a sentence or two of romantic words to say to my lifetime partner. I set my eyes steadily on the damsel. As pretty as the morning star. I blink severally and rapidly to wet my dry iris.
My eyes Waters - courtesy of the pepper I forgot to wash my hands after setting the table. She fishes her handkerchief and wipes my affected right cheek dry. She steals a glare at me comfortably resting my head on her lap. My body parallel to earth. I raise my right eye and no sooner has it met hers when she, by use of her hands, covers her face. Let it not be said that she is an easy girl. With that, she literally takes to her heels. The day ends. A total waste to my golden opportunity. Bloody-fearful boy.
I went to my bed and therein is hatched a plan to use my phone to accomplish my mission. Thank you to technology. How else could some of us cowards and useless men ever get a fiancee? It's a good plan. It just should hatch into a flourishing proposal.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"How are you doing my love?"
"Hark! Since when did I become your love?"
"It's me dear! It's me!"
"Who are you? In fact, don't even say when you are. I don't need to know."
"You'll recall this one day when you look for love."
"Never! A girl like me never looks for love. Love looks for me."
"That is why I have looked for you. Now that I've found you, why don't we move together?"
"Nonsense! My heart belongs to some other guy between planet Mars and Jupiter. Please, I don't need your love. I don't know ow why I'm even entertaining you. Goodbye."
The phone slips off my hands and kisses the dirty floor. I think it's time I peeped through the next window and go hunting.
"Wait! I shouted. "Did she say she didn't know me? Let me press the button once again." I conclude as I stretch out for the fallen phone. Oops! The screen looks like a graph paper. Huh! As long as it's not my face, who cares.
"Do you need to know me so that you can open your heart for my advent?"
"You are wasting your time. I need to know you not. Goodbye!"
My brother who has all along watching me laughs me off.
"Your girl must have been swept by a man next door when you were still lingering in slumber land." He says with a certain degree of surety.
I become hopeless. I wonder why I would be flooding such an El Nino of love to the unlovable lady. To a wench who's just seated wondering whether her pet is well fed or not. I think of who that person would be yet I, from as far as eternity, have been spending full days with her. Verily. Verily. As there is no life somewhere between Mars and Jupiter, that person does not exist. In a display of unassuming confidence, I took the phone again.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you E. J. White. As I was craftily carving out a niche for myself in a genre where many others must have shown interest, I accept my defeat. I teary remember of the many instances I have had to flee from myself after innocently failing to speak my mind to you. Say hi to your love. It's Midwel Childson. Goodbye too."
Within a blink of an eye after the delivery report of the text. My phone rings. How else would I realize that the phone I have in hand belongs to my brother? I pick the call.
"Seriously! Childson, is that you dear? I thought that this day would never reach. I dismiss everything in it, in its entirety. I do love you Childson. My man between Mars and Jupiter." She said as I fell with a thud. Childson, demented, in hysteria... (to be continued.)
©Wr. Demetrius White Berry.
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