7 DAYS OF DECEMBER

DAY 1

He promised drink December, but I said no

I said its Jesus’s birthday month

He said all the better reason for sherehe

He brought me flowers

So I tried the Bruno mars challenge on tiktok

I fell for him

How do you cease from falling

When your legs tremble for him

Your brain promises liberty

As you run away from ties labelled truth and morality

Once again I fell for a stranger

Day 2

I went for a church charity mission

One to feed the street kids in Nairobi CBD at night

You know, to get the genuine numbers

Then it rained

This boy called and asked if I had a sweater

I said yes but not warm enough

Brought a jacket, hurdled me around, his warmth was like Foehn winds,

He came to my rescue,

Tell me if that isn’t cue,

To having a perfect man

So I prayed to God if he ever gets needy,

I’ll be the one he needs.

So we fed the needy together,

Him joining our church mission as if he belonged to us

Figuratively speaking he kinda did.

DAY 3

He called me in the morning , before his usual good morning text

“could you swing by later?”

Of course I wanted to but I had to go to church

He went ahead and told me sweet nothings

Like how he’ll take me to Burundi

That way nisiwai rudi kwetu

I’ll be his

Or how Mali held beautiful ladies

Na kwake mimi ni mali

I said brooo stop

In my head I wondered if he knew I still saw him as a stranger

But guys, I had fallen,

With no interest in being uplifted.

After church I went there,

Met up with him

Christinas Shusho’s song being on the hit

We sang Shusha Nyavu

Lo! The third day of December

DAY 4

I wondered if I was genuine

I mean who likes someone in December?

So I took the advantage and asked for Christmas clothes

He bought me the yellow dress from sawa mall

Though reluctantly

Was it too soon?

We then walked past moi avenue

Holding hands like the world belonged to us

And everyone else was in our space.

DAY 5

Jingle bells ooh honey!

I needed to study for my CATS

And the boy said,

“I can help you study”

I am attracted to intelligence but why pretend when you know nothing about engineering?

The thought counts I suppose

We ended up doing a chemistry test instead

Our eyes locked,

Fixated on a future,

Right at the apple of our eyes

The palm of our hands exploring each other’s

I wondered if this was love or a mere infatuation

Him probably wondering if the stars would realign in our favour

End of day 5

DAY 6

Dear gentle reader (read in Bridgerton’s voice)

You are amazing that you read to this point

I am tired of my delulu.

All these are fruits of my delusionalism

DAY 7

Well today, I chose to rest like God did.

On the seventh day, we rest

Anyway how does it feel to be loved?