The near head-on crash at a Naalya junction

THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER

Part 199 “The near head-on crash at a Naalya junction”

They say, if you survive a near crash,

Whether car or gundi,

You, victimise the innocent chicken,

But, such is the human greed,

That the cock, will forever never forgive..

Every time it cries, we think it crows..

Today was a chilly-drizzle, so hazy,

That i drove, with harzard-lights on..

Humps after humps,

As she too saw no humps,

Overtaking,

As though undertaking,

That morning rainy escape,

Where one, never slept home!

Instead mourning

She wore white tunic, short enough,

As revealed by the long slit,

With white shiny stelleto shoes,

The make up, woke me up,

Albeit we both were on the road..

What a near crash incident!

Or some wierdly nice-accident..

I said my name is “ Innocent ”!

So, she conjured hers was “Millicent”

But spoke so sofly,

To contradict the feet on the paddle

You knocked me, i charged,

Oh, our cars almost “kissed”

She charged, and nuanced,

Making my mind go barserk!

What? I hardened, heavily heaving..

See, the two cars just, like you and me,

Are blind, each chasing thier fate,

Here is my number,

Meet me at Spear motors, she said..

Like that whole malie,

Reminding me of Mary,

The number was fake,

Less, by a digit,

Everytime i dialed it,

It said” get-on with it”

And deal-with it!

Again like Kafiti,

The village Wag.

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