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"ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND" & "TO THE ONE I LOST" by Frank Njugi



ABOUT THE ONE WHO ONCE HELD MY HAND.....


Now that our story is heretofore done and dusted

May I wangle my way into finding the courage to tell it as it was ..../

Our audience might groove or not at our misfortunes

But for the purpose of goodwill let's not hold anything against them..../

This is an all too common saga so if any expects something unheard before

then the disappointment that is coming to them I do not envy......../


It begins with how I was once a tender amorous individual

Like a crazed besotted nincompoop I aspired to be with a forbidden

one........./

He was an aesthetic one to say the least

so my spooky fixation was not unfounded at any one point...../


The god of a Man collared my flimsy heart

And hid it in the cavernous confines of his....../

Like yarned libel our love account seemed unreal

Like a spiel our recital of endearment sounded scarcely

Improbable ........../


Our travels to the unknown was always beers and skittles

Our search for the unseen a kaleidoscope for a future we did not have..../

Maybe this is why it eluded us

The signs all laid bear In plain sight we remained blind to..../


The prepossessing bubble of infatuation...a misdirect

The promise of forevermore when our lips came together....a delusion...../

Our partiality to each other was an interdicted tale.......

Our inclination to one another an amnesic action....

Because we forgot where we came from two geezers can never

hold hands......../




TO THE ONE I LOST


Nowadays, My soul is nothing but


a sight of pule


Like my eyes were when


They saw you for the last time.


Me and you, a leman and her rib


Once floating through our blessed entity


Like the Himalayan winds unconscious


Of the trammels ahead....


All while caressing in our tiny crib in


The city under the sun....Nairobi.


My memories follow our peregrination


Our ill-fated sail


How we held on to each other


Like a promise, like a gist.


Our hands always together


In a fist of romance.


Our lips touching


Your smile of pleasure


Your eyes a picture


Of fulfillment, of joy.


I played blind


Love and the future


Are always held


In the same guise.



Frank Njugi (He /Him) is a Writer, Poet and Screenwriter based in Nairobi Kenya. His work has been featured on platforms such as KalahariReview, AfroRep, FieryScribe review, Writers space Africa (PoeticAfrica), Zeitgeistpulse of culture, Mental Rhythm Magazine and is forthcoming in others. He goes as @franknjugi on all platforms....

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