Say It!

I Beg You While in senior high school I discovered this poem that I loved on sight since. It gives me great pleasure to read it and I never tire of reading it. So much so that I could recite it off-head within a week. A few of my friends thought I wrote it myself (because I’m that good) and I never really bothered to correct them. I don't think I lied; whenever they asked if that was my own I just smiled and they concluded. Maybe I misled them.Sorry about that. For the purposes of plagiarism and intellectual theft though, I can’t lie here. So this poem is by Laban Erapu and it was published in “Poems from East Africa”, an anthology of poems edited by David Rubadiri. I thought I should share it with you. It is called ‘I Beg You’ and here goes. ‘I beg you, If you feel something like love for me, Not to let me know it now When I feel nothing so certain for you. Wait until you’ve conquered my pride  By pretending not to care for me. I beg you, If you know your

                                  So Efe (that’s my mate from high school) liked this guy for two years. To be fair, they have been crushing on each other from the first meeting (on her side). But at this point I know it got mutual. Trust me, she has done silly things and told stupid lies because of him and had a few first times with him. For the first year or so Efe was just hoping he was gonna ask her out. It was all she could think about and as her friends we were growing tired of that topic. It never happened by the way. She said he was fun and funny and tall and good looking. Plus he knew how to treat a girl, and Efe always felt good when around him. Maybe it was her and her inability to hide the fact that she liked him or maybe it was him. Whatever the reason was, people around us begun to question if they were in a relationship. Of course, they were. In their own special way; it just wasn't official yet. So the answer was always no. Twice she’d been told that she was gl

             Hit the Road It’s 7.51 on a warm Monday night. The lights just came on and I’m sitting comfortably listening to Lexis Bill play I’m not the only one by Sam Smith on Joy Fm. And it’s got me thinking. Lemme tell you a really boring story. Guy meets girl. Boy likes girl and tells girl. Girl thinks she likes guy and maybe actually does begin to like guy. Guy asks for sex and girl tries to hold on to him by being good for maybe the first two times even though she doesn't like it.. But then she realizes it is stupidity. That’s when she realizes that she’s not so into Guy that she can’t let go. She makes a decision. She is special. She deserves better. If Guy couldn't see that, that was his problem. Guy is not worthy of her and she was gonna walk away. It was hard because he had started to like Guy. He made her feel good and she would die if she saw him with another girl. But every time she thought that way Girl reminded herself of the greater reason she had to let