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Diana Simupande May 2014
Sit down and tell me a story.
Tell why your bones ache
and tell me how your nose became crooked.
Tell me how you got that scar on the right side of your head.
Tell me why your right foot doesn't quite land properly when you walk.
Tell me why you've had a face like a slapped **** for the last ten minutes.
Tell me…  
Tell me anything.

I want know why you cradle yourself in the safety of your own arms and why you cross your legs when you sit down.  
I want to know why you like three sugars in your tea instead of two.
I want to know why you always have to knock on the table three times every time someone sneezes.
I want to know....
I want to know everything.

Sit down and tell me a story not because i'm tapping my right leg impatiently waiting for you to finish so I can tell you mine.
Not because I need a new anecdote to whisper into disbelieving ears at the back of my classics class,
Not because I like the way your hair falls into your eyes when you look down.
Sit down and tell me a story because...
I want to listen.
I know it's *******, but I've been in a bit of a creative slump lately and I just wanted to get something down.

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