I tender these words
As a collateral for your heart
I tender to you, these words of mine
Take them, run with them as thine.
I tender these words
As a collateral for your heart
I tender to you, these words of mine
Take them, run with them as thine.
Love is gone
Like autumn’s visit to a tree
Feelings ring through like a gong
on racers’ heel
Charred words
Rip off my smouldering tongue
As a leaf off a coal
Needless to say
the world has moved on
since madiba’s home call
It was my third year in the university. I was among those who welcome freshmen to the campus when i caught sight of her.
I was at the café unwinding after a long day; she sat at across me distraught, willing an IPod to come to life.
“Those little techies do make our lives a hell”
“I am living through one at the moment”
6 pm, we were at the concert; she was on the stage swaying in delight to the harmony springing from my excited knuckles.
Thence, I knew I would play more songs to the rhythm of her swaying hips.
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Hello there, this in celebration of Mrs Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who marks a year at the helms of managing the Fictioneers’ Cafe this week and every one who has been with her so far. You should read other interesting stories here
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This is dedicated to a Friend whose pleasurable company I shared on the 19.10.2013
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