……. The beans that I cherished with all my heart,
Nurtured them till maturity,
Held them more closer than my skin
And most of all my identity as a man,
she just spilled them and stepped on one……
Damn that really hurts,
shaking me To the root source of my being,
I thought We were meant to be,
it seems not or rather Its really rather hot for me to conclude “That’s not the only pot,pots are many All sizes and qualities.”
I say to myself, Even though I know that I can never get another Like hers.
I loved the way she cooked, A beans soup like no other,
with her nice clay pot, anything I bring home to cook Comes out perfect.
Indeed she wronged me, and I did so too We were both wrong.
Girl no matter how good my Beans are I need your Pot,and you need my beans, To bring out that Delicious beans soup.
I need to respect your pot and You my beans
We cant do without each other,
FORGIVENESS Is what we need,LOVE is what we have and HOPE is what we share, I need you for us to be complete()
BY EVAKIRA WAROGE