Me and You
By Warumu
I used to see it in the news
Now I’m the news
I used to hear it from across the border
Now it’s around the corner
Dare not think, for it is fatal (more…)
Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
By Warumu
I try so hard to turn a blind eye
Telling me I’m not that guy
To worry about the worrying and dying
I try so hard pretending it’s not my call
Coz I am no soldier, why bother about a brother (more…)
A Married Man
A Married Man
Contiguous is his smile, bright his brain
He smells sexy, and sounds sophisticated, too elitist to turn decent women on,
Smart and handsome, just like a movie star version
He is the man I have met in my dreams and imagination since the day love is known
But he is married, Now that I have met him in person,
I am not ashamed to admit, I am helplessly in love with him.
I love his eyes, his ears, his style,
The height of his neck and the stretch of his legs,
The accuracy of his brain, his balanced sense of morality,
The punch of his voice and calmness of his composure,
God, do I have to say it more …. Nampenda
But I am that girl, who believes not in being a mistress,
Not because I am selfish and I need him to be my own – that is not pointless,
But I can’t stand a thought of a tearing wife as he waits for him spending time with his mistress
Or the despair of his children – dad can no longer play games, busy being loved in secrecy
A friend told me, all men cheat,
If not with you, it will be with someone else, so if I love him, better be me! That make sense, right?
But would I be able to call him first thing in the morning when all I wanted to hear is his smooth voice to turn my sanity and make my day bright?
Or it will be a life of steering on my phone hoping he will sneak a text between his meetings or wife’s kitchen surveillance rights?
The say, married men don’t love, they use, but I disagree,
All I have seen in him is the loving of the highest degree.
He doesn’t love me because there is trouble in paradise but simply because he loves … me-ee
Truth is I feel the same way. But our crime, meeting in odd times, the world condemns me-ee
If you should know
Gallons of tears I have shed before God begging to make us connect
Here he is, just like I prescribed with one minor mistake 99% correct
Can I real go back to God complaining that, he got one thing to correct?
How, will that not make me an ungrateful brat?
I have met many men to surely know he is the one
But I have not lived to enjoy the pain of anyone
Should I love him as mine or let go and fight my feelings on my own.
Brothers and sisters tell me am not insane!
@Mwanahamisi ‘Mishy’ Singano