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May 2020
I fell in love, he said
With a lady from  the south side town of musuki
One with a perfect smile, perfect shape
This lady, he said,  stole his heart
From their first meeting, at the junction to the shop,
He knew she was the one, he imagined a perfect life with her.

Connie, Connie was her name, her beautiful name
She spoke so well, she owned her words
She had the Queen's royalty, she was adorable
In his description, he said she knew who she was
That when he asked about her name for the first time
She said it so perfectly well, that it caught his attention
And instantly he skipped a beat, his heart leaped.

In his narration he made their story look beautiful
So beautiful that it brought me all the fantasy about love
What love could do, what love was capable of
I admired his gestures, his expressions
As though love was some graceful thing from heaven
One so sweet, ordained and sanctified.

Connie brought back my belief in life, in humanity, he proceeded
She was the epitome of generousity
She smiled in public,  accorded help where needed
This lady, he said, was the perfect example of everything good he ever imagined

Their love story lasted for a year
Something that he expected not
In his dreams and imaginations he saw a lifetime association
Something so deep , so endless
The fact that it ended crahed him, hit him so hard he lost his focus
His pains manifested with the memories , the blissful past
How could love be so sweet and real one time
And the next minute it shatters, it goes away and hurts so bad
That is something he couldn't put into perspective, not even now

He talked about his healing process
How hard he has struggled to bring his life back to normal
To forget about the life he foresaw and assume this new torturous one
One with few ansers and more questions
One with pain and suffering .
He hoped to be better someday
That one day he will look back and be grateful for everything.
He would be brave  to talk about his story
For colours are numerous and promises are just words.
Job Oketch
Written by
Job Oketch  23/M/Nairobi
(23/M/Nairobi)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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