Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Spintex Trips - Ep 2.(The First Kiss)

So here I am, staring at the gate I could easily scale over. 
Oh yeah. I've gathered a wealth of experience with my own at home. It's brown, a tad higher than this one but, very shaky. You could blame it on my calculated jumps over it at odd hours. Mostly because, I didn't want anyone hearing the echoes from the gate, as I snuck out to play soccer and other things. Hehe. 

"Hey! Have you been knocking for a long time? Not really. The sun is just really on fleek today'', i replied as she pulled me by my striped shirt. I bought it a week before. It was a huge day.
I had to dress for memories. She wasn't looking too bad herself. The pink darted skirt she had on was a charm. I guess she was looking forward to this just as I was.

So after the brief hug, I was beginning to feel nervous. The night before we spoke about what teenagers dream about, and how that we both hadn't had one yet. We sat in the brown leather couch and she asked, "Do you want anything to drink?" "Nope. I'm good thanks",I lied.

We stared at the TV for minutes as she flipped through channels. My palms were beginning to feel sweaty. Then she inched closer and scratched them. She asked why I had such soft palms and as I lifted my head, it happened. Whoa! I floated, I mean literally. It's like for a moment, all my nerve endings died everywhere else but above my chin.

A silence followed. Soon after she said softly, "I want you to leave." Now I was confused. Did I do something wrong? Was ''the first'' that bad?

Oh my days!

Don't Settle

This is just a critic of the above. It has probably come from people wanting the best. But sometimes I've heard it in a somewhat selfish breath. It's almost like anything other than what we want in specific details is a serious case of "settling". Okay...okay. Go on! Okay..

Bernoulli pick without replacement
Being sure its exactly what you want
-that's the caveat.
A risky sum.

Cure your blind heart
its eyes seem redundant.
For when your one appears
his colors might be contrary to your canvas.

Because though there are parts
that can't be seen or touched,
the plaudits will still ring to the waving
of the fleeting rock that can.

Reach for yours, please
forget praying about the matter.
You must deserve the party's best
regardless of where it leads.

Sunday, 24 July 2016

Spintex Trips - Ep.1

So this one time, I liked this lady who lived there. The warehouse enclave which exploded in popularity a decade ago. My grannies' house became just one more reason to pan past those fourteen feet buildings; probably holding truck loads of sardines, cement and even canned cows.

But yeah, this girl made Gabrielle Union look like one of the three ugly sisters in Cinderella. Her skin tone was nearly as dark as bitumen; her neighborhood's dusty roads desperately needed that. She constantly made me feel guilty. "Ah mehnn. I'm actually bypassing the junction that leads to my grannies house, to see a lady I might not even marry? I have a problem paaa." Please, my hormones were stronger than the Spartans. Don't judge.

So the "I'm going to visit a friend'' excuse I gave my parents led me there.
Funny enough, I had been to her blue-gate house more times than can be counted on a baby millipede. But I always waited at the bus station and called her on my Nokia 3310 to ask for directions. I guess the memories from her sitting room neuralyzed me afterwards, Agent J-style. One day, my experience paid dividend. Deep breaths came before knocking with my sweaty knuckles.

Breath-mints, check.
Shaved fingernails, check.
Two neatly-ironed handkerchiefs check.
Okay. We're going in...

Monday, 18 July 2016

What I'm Trying to Say - Pt.2

So this morning my breakfast isn't going down well.
Okay. Let me attempt to describe my predicament. I might be love-sick or whatever you want to call it. But wanting to love someone is never a bad idea in my book. So strings pulled us together. Mind you, this wasn't planned. I really wanted to learn to play the guitar and still do.
Her wriggly arms don't faze me at all, rather, its the weight of her heart that draws me close. I hope I don't get the distance card played after this disclosure. She might be my penguin and...okay! let me keep quiet.

Unlike my today's lasagna
you're not patty packed.
Full of pure substance
but still light enough to carry.

Those red roses
didn't replace your sunflower love.
But I hope they lingo relayed
my heart's beat.

I might not be your dream
not the complete package.
Let's build some on the kingsize
and find fullness in Him.

Saturday, 16 July 2016

What I'm Trying To Say - Pt.1

It might seem obvious
but the eyes might not be naked enough
to perceive beyond the veil
which your history placed over them.

I'm not self-seeking
I remember telling you days ago
That I wish my heart was transparent
whilst it poured itself on you.

Then maybe you'll see
what exactly I'm trying to say
whenever my fingers strum
to the tapping of your feet.