Idylls of Love ____Part 5: It is Your Weeping Face I Cannot Forget
- July 08, 2017
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Even when you disappeared in the distant mist
And the dusts raised by that lorry
Settle on the leaves again
My face were still glued to the road
Briefly, I hope it's all but a momentary dream
That you were still in your father's hut in the village
Waiting the same way you have always waited
When the work of the day's work is done
Alone we are left to dream
To swing in the marauding wind of the valley
We wander briefly into the future with glee
In the world created only in our minds
It does not bother asking about our opinions
Tears well up in my eyes
But I was too young understand
But the strength sustaining these aching heart
Pealing from a heap of cassava
And I wondered if she can't feel
The hole burrowed inside of me
I could not bear looking twice that way
For I see your face in hers
Not sure of where is home anymore
For it was you who made it home to me
And anywhere you are
Will always be home to me
And my friends will scorn this blind feelings
But I can't survive this alone
Slightly I pray for your return
But I know your going is a wish we both had
To have education
To speak the white man's language
To be like Baba Tikolo's son
Your waving hands
Your nostalgic heart
And your last question
That I can never forget
Make sure you read the preceding parts to understand this story ok...
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