WHEN I WAS 12.

 

                                WHEN I WAS 12

 

I decide to rid the spells of cry

Coz’ actually my tears have run dry

Talking to MIKE gave me a try

To remembrance of when I was 12.

 

Mike’s pov;

I remember when I was young

My mama tells me about it too

She tells stories of how innocent I was

How those short skirts and dresses made me look like a doll

A pretty doll!

Papa on the other hand kept reminding me

Of how adorable I was from the day I arrived in his arms

Isn’t it beautiful? The remembrance of being 12.

 

You see, when I was 12,

Life was exciting

Life was fun

It was alluring

Every color was brighter

The air was softer

The mornings were more fragrant than they’ve ever been

And every person I knew was a friend

I miss the days when I was 12.

 

I remember how I ran

With the freedom of creating my own wind

It was lovely

Earth was paradise

Life had life itself

But now, it is becoming less

And less beautiful!

I want to go back, to when I was 12.

 

Happiness now comes at a cost

Judgements flying around like angry bees

Too much hate, from the same people that defined love

They now kiss you, just to betray you

Give you hugs. With knives raised to stab your back

It is a sad reality

Life has become a bitter pill to swallow

But what choice do I have?

Sue, what choice do you have?

 

I always tell myself

That if God will ask for my wish at any time

I will wish for prosperity and success

But my first preference will be to go back to the days

When I was young and free

When I was 12.

 

                               By MIKE SIBIYA & SUE KWEGAH.