I stared at the wall blankly as if watching an interesting movie or a beautiful scenery. My heart pounding loudly on my chest like the south African Kwaito drums. Drops of sweat dripping through my smooth forehead and my neck. All I could think of was her, A cute baby face, Perfect completion, Tiny romantic eyes, Attractive nose, Chewable lips, her body, should be a story for another day. It's not about appearance and beauty trust me. She was my everything, my meal, my medicine, my stimulant, My friend, my colleague, My Lover, My guardian angle, My Queen, My goddess. I mean all the mys that exist in this world fit her description to me.
I was so deep in thoughts that I couldn't even hear her scary voice yelling all sorts of abuse and curse . Her face, trust me, it was now the wosrt thing to look at. She was so furious, and angry. She pulled my dreadlock allover while breathing loudly like a dragon ready to exhale an inferno . "You are are an imbecile!, You are useless! , you are shameless!, the worst thing that has ever happened to me!." She shouted.
I obviously wanted to calm her down, but I was sure speaking would make things worst. I wasn't prepared for the consequence such a scene. I was definitely dying to stare at her cute face, Maybe she would see some miracles on my humbled face and shut the hell up, but the anger in her eyes tormented my feeling. How I wish... (To be continued)
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DWANZI Essay
RomanceDwanzi is a Swahili phrase meaning Foolish or stupid. This is an experience of two confused lovers not sure what they are feeling for each other. Their relationship is toxic but depsite all the pain, they can't really let go
