The Journey (My first visit to Nakuru) From the onset I must confess Ive been a prince to village princesses Right from primary school I was the best fool Always position one out of ten My classmates were married men. The furthest I had gone was Oyugis A decade ago to celebrate Christmas Sited inside a wooden crate Transported like a goad On my fathers old bicycle The other end, awaited my uncle. Two decades later, last year When technology brought my love near I met a lady on Facebook Her profile picture was one angel of a look Then I believed the gates of heaven At her birth must have stayed open. Her name confirmed my fears Angela Agnes... sweet to the ears Her words were what the serpent told Eve To eat her, became my crave So I told my old dad To give me a share of my land! That rocky ground with nothing green I felt my father was mean So I sold it all plus my burial spot For my Angela had a big flat I sympathized with my age mates Those Id come back to employ to watch my gates. Those black village beauties whod turn me down Will not be worthy to wash my brides gown So I gathered my all in a tiny leather bag And set forth, hoping fortunes will run to hug The village Prince marrying the Citys Princess Wedding cards reading Ben weds Agnes. (To be continued... )
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 06:33:53 +0000
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