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It is true


Mama, Papa It is True

He seduced me with sweet lines

He took me to new places

Whatever he did seemed fun

He bought me things

Which melted my heart

Yes, I allowed him to touch me

I did not mind when he went too far

True, I accepted the gifts – drinks too

 

Mama, she lured me with beauty

Good looks and her smile mum

Radiated a strong attraction

Beyond the greetings, we hugged

She embraced engagingly

A hug was never enough

Yes, we did things Mama

 

You are the best Papa

He cannot come close

Though he tried – even dressed like you

He has a big car and a cosy apartment

I know dad but he was too sweet

I saw promise and grace in him

 

Imagine she cooks Mama

Not like you but other delicacies

I mean she is capable, very charming

Ofcourse nothing like you Mama

She got skills to, you see she…

Called me in a tone like no other

Her hands dripped of honey tingles

As she swayed I pulsated in admiration

 

She lit my heart with joy Mama

He used me in everyway then left

She went for another with a bigger car

I did not know he would fall for another

All alone I know now

You were right, I should be more careful

Yes Mama, Papa this is true

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Squeaky Clean


Stories are told of old – stories of love, romance and their estrangement. In the court of love, nothing is fair, nothing is trivial and yet everything should be looked at in respect to both parties. The suitor proposes, the betrothed can initially accept only to be swayed by other trappings on the sides. Love is unique and weird at the same time. How do you explain loving someone that you would die for them? Self preservation is the ultimate promise any human being holds. This denotes our DNA.

We do it subconsciously – we lie to save our skin, we choose the best and leave the rest for others, we pray for blessing for ourselves for hours on end yet mumble a line or two for others. We do this to protect ourselves. The selfish motive is to make sure we insulate ourselves against hurt. We get caught up – we set ourselves up in the wake of love. We ignite the fires and it is called upon us to keep the flame alive.

We outdo ourselves in the language of love. We present flowers, chocolates among other gifts even poetry.Unfortunately many leave “the chase” as their love is accepted and matures. I believe “the chase” as it is popularly known can be reinvented to create that challenge required to keep the fire burning. In this I submit to you that both parties require to work in the chase – dress the part, talk the part, walk the part, faith the part and even pray the part. There is an illusion that the man in the relationship should be the one to “chase”. I beg to differ and say it is symbiotic -the roles of give or take are exchangeably reversed for every scenario.

There is no perfection in any human being but we pursue it and progress.   We sharpen one another and together it has been proved a lot more can be achieved. It can never be clean but we can achieve squeaky clean status when we both exert ourselves.

 

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