Saying Goodbye

[MTNakande]

Friday, October 16, 2009
SAYING GOODBYE
During the course of my life, I have been around ladies,
This girl I met; coincidentally,
Carved out of gold she was, white gold,
I loved and cared without knowing why?
I treated her delicately, like an egg, carried around in a stony desert,
She loved me like a fairy tale story, with surplus gestures,
I mean, with every muscle in her being, day and night,
Even a blind man could have testified to that,
Perceptions clashed, and we called it quits,
I knew she would never love another as she did me,
Why?, because I made her believe, at a time she had no faith,
She had then no reason to believe,
Thereafter, I stretched forth a friendly arm in a festive mood,
Just but to be a comforter, what happened?,
She threw it right on my face, good intents only I had,
Back to the old drawing board she had slipped,
slipped back and dwelled before and after my gesture,
she stopped believing and started hiding all over again,
hiding behind a courageous mask and denying,
deep down sober and timid, wanting companionship,
yearning within but stubborn and stoic,
as for me, I walk away never to look back again,
why? Because even the price of gold in the world market falls,
happiness though is all I want for her,
it might take ages before the stiffened steel softens,
and a miracle might be needed to melt steel like snow in summer,
how much longer it will have to take? I can't say,
how long must this feeling go on?, only the Lord knows,
my greatest heart desire now?, that she reads my poem.
Muhammad tijjani nakande is a free-lance writer, wrote in from university of Maiduguri, Borno state Nigeria.