I
know stuff has been said about me and my relationship with you. Mostly that it
is hot and cold; and yes, it might be true.
Pictures
of me extremely close to others and not you, My Black Beauty, have been taken
and forwarded to your inbox. You look at them. I don’t know if you pretend not
to be bothered.
You are always by my side (and sometimes in my hand) whenever I
am come running to you.
You are
a constant fixture; both in happiness and sorrow.
We have
been through so much and I am sure you know it all. Sometimes, you remind me
about it; but to reassure you, I haven’t forgotten how far we have come. I believe
we still have so much to accomplish together.
I
know you know that you were not my first. Nor were you my second or third. Not
even fourth!
Before
meeting and getting to know you and of course ‘sampling’ you to establish how
sweet you taste, before you became my Personal Person, I was involved with
quite a number of others of your kind. Well, not exactly your kind.
They were much
bigger in than you. My friends call them CHUBBY. Only one person I know calls
them EBONY.
I have
since given up on them ‘big’ things for you my proportional shapely lover. Your
ample hips literary kill me, especially when you wear that black mini skirt of
yours with a little of yellow. You know it. And I like taking it off you when I
hold you in my Superman like arms.
But today
you are my ONLY because you are absolutely ‘made of more’…whatever your
creators used!
I Promise you are the
only one.
Those
I used to roll with now envy us whenever we sit at the table of Men. They envy
you because of your etiquette since you are well travelled unlike those locals I
used to chill with before we became close.
I think
it is because you are basically a foreigner since you have five permanent homes
all over the world; one in Europe, another in Asia and the rest in West Africa.
My life
changed for the better when I met you. And I thank the ‘Spirits’ that sent me
to you.
Much as
we have our low moments; when you make me sleep out of my bed. Sometimes in strangers’
homes. We always end up together!
Most
times you are a sweet soul; taste like milky cream. On those unfortunate occasions
you are a tad bitter, but in a delicious refreshing way and then you end up
going down easy. You always excite me.
I am
deeply sorry about those rumours of me and those not you.
I am
Sorry Guinness.
Let
us meet at exactly 17:59hrs, whenever we can, at Kyadondo and I tell you more about
how I feel about you.
Yours Thirsty, Rowland Bon Gaucho Nkahebwa
