It was in 1989 when i fell for Keki,
The girl who loved me or loved me not..
So i dreamed of myself marrying her,
Through the village tunnel and kraal,
Which never made sense anyways…
She was a beauty anyways!
I dreamed swinging on a tree branch,
With her on the opposite,
Singing, “ Kekirunga!!!”
To which she replied “ Aaaaimmmaaa”!
A kind of romantic challenge with hidden abuse.
Everytime i took a deep breath,
And reminisced on her bright brown legs..
I never liked brown, but for Keki…
It meant none but a chacolate cake…
Today, i walked by the TMR hospital,
Grabbed a cup of Americano,
Then a croissant,
And moved on sarcastically,
As though life is not on the shore..
