you stay idle
what if ?
Suffering is the air that we breathe 
From 8.00am, I had my fathers’ herd to look after. I dashed
to my room picked my akala, bow and spears. My little sister was already at the
zizi accompanied by my granny. Story time with this great old man was always a
mind blowing experience. Here he was,
assisting me sing to the melodies of the mooing hungry cattle. The two innocent creatures (a young kid goat and
my little siz) caught my eyes at a glance. .
A real adventure but I
was deeply in prison; I wished the mixed feeling could explode the hell outer
my life. A roller coaster of questions without answers clobbered my mind. I walked
slowly to the drizzling atmosphere where I was welcomed by a waving young
flower of hibiscus dancing to the tune of the blowing wind. I recalled my
little sisters’ goodbyes. Her natural innocent smiles and I asserted goodbye to
fear. I picked the flower and gave it to her. “Kings Daughter, I can’t afford an
expensive rose flower, could you please accept this for the impromptu courtesy visit”,
I retorted. I boldly looked at her eye and all this time she was calligraphing
earth using her toes. I reached to pat her, and she shyly gazed at me. You are
a true gentleman n I treasure you more than gold or platinum .mind you I have
waited for this moment all my entire life. A millipede crawled on her bare foot; this
made her jumped straight from the ground, hugging me tightly at the same time
yelling like a mad man. In no time our
lips were colliding like titans. My
fathers’ loud burst’ “where is the herd and what is the time?” terminated our
adventure.
