Having special eyes on her rounded-shape that makes one feel of not reaching the final,
As a professional to the core you made sure you trained hard enough not to be embarrassed by her mountain,
But there was something that hits your mind from the very first moment you set your eyes on her,
Because no one as ever appealing to you,
No one seems to be greatly endowed, Having moderate height that makes her look like the eve creation in the genesis of the holy book,
Going crazy for the craziness that makes her appear special to you,
Her world occupy your dreams,
Her love enhances the serenity of your heart as the beginning of the establishment of futility,
The orange size of her chest rested perfectly on her bosom,
Her beauty befitted her like that of the queen who has never been touched, Your nervousness and haste to see, touch and climb her hill made your breathings came out rapidly losing your voice and maybe your senses too, You guided her jealously and tried to prevent her from other admirers,
But maybe distance or her love and passion for gold and wealth made her to go, with senseless being you perceived, took her away from you, Left your heart carrying a new burden, Just only about how to win her back, She got swept off into the bosom of a strange man of whom you guess has promised her a wedding ring,
You wept and cried out fuming,
Your heart was indeed pounding loudly,
But your mouth sheaving in silence like the said woman praying for child in the holy book,
It took some days but wiped off your brow, Indeed life must continue you summoned courage,
Dejectedly you thought,
A lady without the knowledge of her source and root will fail without awareness and caution, without knowing the severity of her down-fall,
You said to yourself you are better off and deserve better,
At least a ripe palm-seed that failed to fall from the tree when being attempted to be plucked by a popular hunter in the bush, will surely be eaten by a common bird.
You console yourself.
© Akande Daniel Babatunde