Monday, April 22, 2013

FIRST TIME I WOOED A GIRL


I could still remember
The first time I wooed her
Though it was the only time
It was a year after my high school
In a period when I was idle

I sat by the gate of my place in Ikeja
Looking idly at the passing flashy cars
Till my sight began to long for her
In the midst of her friends
While returning from school

She looked like an angel
I bet she was, though she was black
But her complexion was like black gold in my site
She was a rich girl, I was a poor boy
Maybe living with my rich cousins proved otherwise
But I guess my slum demeanour sold me out

After watching her movement for days
Noting where her friends depart after their long stroll
I approached her with boldness to state my intention
Only to hear a cliché found in the then teens
“Sorry, I don’t talk to strangers.”

Now I have grown and wooed many girls
Some richer, some poorer, but mostly finer
Some, of which I knocked off on the same day
Till I retired my wooing skills
And I settled for the woman of my dreams
After gaining understanding from the vanity

But I still remember her and I mock my little folly
Come on, boy…
“How could you ever expect to woo a girl like that?”

(w) 11.04.13. 11:35-11:50Am

6 comments:

  1. I BELIEVE DAT SHE IS NOT MET FOR U
    COS GOD HAS PRESERVE SOMEONE SEPCIAL
    FOR U.........
    THAT IS GOD DOING FOR U ..... OR FOR US

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  2. I BELIEVE DAT SHE IS NOT MET FOR U
    COS GOD HAS PRESERVE SOMEONE SEPCIAL
    FOR U.........
    THAT IS GOD DOING FOR U ..... OR FOR US

    ReplyDelete