I beg you
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 Iām 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 canāt lie here. So this poem is by Laban Erapu and it was published in āPoems from East Africaā, an anthology of poems edited by David Rubadiri. I thought I should share it with you. It is called āI Beg Youā and here goes. āI 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 youāve conquered my pride By pretending not to care for me. I beg you, If you know your...