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TILL WHEN?
They hear you every day. You praise him in the morning at the waterhole and in the evening when you plait your hair with your group of girls. You speak of his oval head, his muscled body and his powerful hips. You sing songs of praise to his Adam’s apple and speak of how his massive arms drive you crazy. Why though if i may ask do you deny you love him? Till when will you keep saying you just like seeing him but no more? Why is it that you look down on the ground when he passes by? Till when then you trust your heart and walk up to him? You hate it when you see him walking about with anybody else but can’t approach him when he is alone. It hurts you every time you hear some lady expressing interest in him. Conquer your pride woman, conquer your pride. Till when will you run from your heart?
You’ll run today and tomorrow but the day after it’s going to turn into a trot till you finally collapse, for when you leave, you leave behind a part of you. Why keep waiting and hurting each and every day? How much will it cost you to just walk into the open arms waiting for you? How much will it cost you to fill the longing in your eyes? You very know what your insides are yearning for but your pride lies that it can conquer everything. Yes, it will give you life during the day but what about the night? About that time when crickets serenade you with their sleepy music and that face comes into focus? Will it be routine for you to face the walls and cry your heart out? Will it be the way to fold in two like a new born baby and hope tomorrow gives your courage to snub him again? Why, woman don’t you quench the fire consuming your insides when you can? Till when will you keep running from your heart though your legs refuse to move from the spot? Abandon it, abandon that which is weighing you down like lead and listen to your heart for once. Your knight awaits. Run before the big stomachs of the night swallow him whole again. Till when will you run from your heart?

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