Victor Mochere


By: Victor Mochere | November 06, 2017

A while back, I found my torn soul slowly healing and reforming, in the shape of a wolf. I ate poor unsuspecting sheep in my wake. See, I had just come from my Sinai, my relationship up in the smoke, my hormones raging and trust incomprehensible to a lost me.

She as always took her time to learn me, ask questions and stomach the insults there were. That was how I ended up in the arms of a well known, yet inaccessible young beautiful lady. We shared, we laughed. I fell, fast, faster and soon she was my beb. That was not the peak though...

She had her eyes on you, a very exquisite lass. She told it to me and I nursed my hurt in silence, urging her on. Your praises were sung by the page and soon I faded into a shadow in the night. I nearly loathed you, for you had snatched my prize, yet was drawn by the qualities told.

In time she was gone, as was our medium of contact. I resurfaced, you beckoned me closer, and closer I leaped. I saw you closer and was awed. I hungered for more, I begged for more, I sought after more. My naivety gave way and foolishness was all I lay before you, my insatiable greed and lust as incense.

You told me off, banned me from her. You stood at your gate armed with your rifle and took aim, should my feet slow to turn back. I had lost her, oh beauty with brains. I asked within, why, why greed turned up strong, why I was strong yet weak before her, why love a fellow woman when I had the man in me. 

Then it all dawned on me. You were the closest at heart to my crush, the last link to her. Her smile the embodiment of your toils at being a better he-she. You reminded me of her, my yielding to you being your yielding to her, our mutual lover.

And so I messed up the chance. The opportunity to be the crush to the crush of my crush.

Category: Poems 

Tags: Love 


John Ngura

Posted on : November 06, 2017

Oh! sorry... iza bro.

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