POETIC FRIDAY: YESTERDAY, I MET MY WIFE

Yesterday I met My Wife.

By Gabriel Dinda

Yesterday I met my wife, she is not the lady I earlier told you about. No, that was not my wife.

That one is a little lower classed that my wife. My wife is a bit different, if you look at her in a close range, you might think she is a model, but again when you look at her from a distance, say four kilometers away, you might think she is a not dressed in any clothing.

So when I looked at her in from close range, I saw a deep hole in her cheeks so that when she smiles the hole opens to the prevailing winds from the west to flow in smoothly forming a curve, a curve which is a little less than that the one formed in her hips. The left cheek  has another hole, when you look at it when she smiles, the muscles relax a bit to form a coalition with the rest of the body.

Her breasts are not tired of standing- they are competing competitively with force of gravity. They are pointing at a direction in which her eyes are facing.

Her eye brows are not extinct yet. They look natural, like those of Nyar Maasai…they have not been slashed and replaced with atoms of graphite in pencil…

…her buttocks are appetizing, when she walks, they tilt like the earth, it is like they are at a 90 degrees point so that they are congruent with her shaking breasts…When you look at the buttocks, take care not to carry eggs in your hands, because they will fall. The Minister for Sports and Culture had wrote a proposal to buy them….No I can’t allow….

This is the wife of mine whom I told you I will wait for…she is the one whom I once directed to my house but confused and went to Otieno’s hat….Otieno can’t marry this lady, she is not Otieno’s …she is mine…I told Otieno to come to me and  take her Adhys away from my vicinity…I want my wife, the brown, tall tangible Atis Baiby….I want my wife, the natural, well stocked, never-drying wife…I want you here…I want you right here with me.