I saw her from a distance but she never did because we were always going parallel ways. I to the bar and her to praise the Lord in church with every of my crew walking with her. I was once invited but couldn't reach before she arrived. In my own world I was in love with her.
I never knew the word class but I classified her according to the company she kept and also the fact that she went outside the kraal to persue knowledge. I praised her in my sleep and dreamt about her every night but I was broken when I so heard she's holding the hand of one member in my crew. It was class in a glass that opened the distance between us.
But in reality, I was still in love with her though she didn't know. I rubbed shoulders with those who drank knowledge from the same well. In jeans she looked young and in long skirts more matured, that was my judgement. No one can dispute it even today, she's beautiful.
I watch a fairy tale of Cindarella in a cartoon programme, I fitted her well there. I saw another one of mermaids, that was the best suite I could dress her in because she is still a masterpiece of beauty. One that was painted by supernaturals, but still she had no clue.
I went my way and did her in life there was nothing that seemed to make us go perpendicular. If we did, one always arrived earlier than the other or later than. She was all I ever thought existed even though she was ab island far from my stream, she in my dreams.
I still love her today.
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