She just stood there. Face redder than any shade of scarlet.
Thick lips. Beauty of the black precious goddess.
She just stood there. Arms outstretched in a warm gesture of embrace hotter than heat.
Shame on you for thinking I ever needed this. I think. Silence .
Hey. Can you at least give me something of yourself?
Ah,so now who is silly? Blah! Forget it precious . I think. Silence.
Hey. Can you at least give me something of yourself? She asked again. Tears in her eyes.
Come on now don’t cry precious. This time I speak. Shattering the ice.
Don’t cry. I just have nothing to give. But you can fight me for something.
Giving is easy. I want you to fight me,let me see how hard you swing.
Come on now and leave. You must be silly to the bone,no one beats me!
~●Koome Manyara●~
Stories From Somewhere In Life 