By Lewis Wamwanda and Ezekiel Immo
Monday I met a lady
Collided with me at the bus stop
Her apologies was a love song in my mind
Tuesday I roamed at the bus stop
In hopes of seeing her
I walked back home on foot
The last bus had left me waiting
Wednesday I made a delivery to a home
The recipient was Maria
The lady who collided with me
And made me walk home on foot
Thursday I pretended to deliver another letter
Found the house empty
And a poster that read
“House to let”
Friday I went for lunch in a hotel
Discovered a hole in my pocket
After devouring meat stew and rice
Maria was there, she paid for the bills and left.
Saturday I went back to the hotel
She sat at a table in the corner
With a man with beards
I lost my appetite and left
Sunday I met Maria at the bus stop
The rains were falling heavily
We shared my umbrella
Today, Maria is the mother to my seven children.
© Lewis Wamwanda
© Ezekiel Immo
Good work…
Kudos mahn