People say, that making a new friend,
Is often a matter of life and death,
They make or break your strength,
Others to a different stretch,
That is what happened to Okech,
Upon this Naalya stretch,
Before drawning in a friendly trench…
Or romantic drench..
At campus, we called it a bench..
It begun at a Rotary meet and greet,
Then a friendly character date,
Before things like love begun to dominate..
What the two begun as a mere debate.
That is when the “ I like or hate, that”
Showed their faces, in several facets..
As fate would have it…
Then, the two begun to imitate,
The socialites they met,
About the cars and love,
Like innocent doves,
He was 40,
She was 36,
The two had same but not similar,
Background in hooking going strange…
They never liked to cook,
They loved CJs,
Not Chief Justice by the way..
Then debts dominated the debate,
Before he paid her car debt,
Under this romantic syndicate..
That is when it struck,
That, you get stuck,
Emotionally drunk,
Empty like a dry tree trunk,
In the Middle of Rwenzori Park..
The climbing Lioness is gone,
The Lion must ton its mane.
