It is true that tears are shed but not shared
Yet it is true that pain can be shared but not shed
So please let me partake in it.
Let me hold you tight in assurance
Let me wipe the tears that trek your face
Let’s do this together with our eyes wide open
And if you find the truth to burn your eyes
Close it and will yourself to forget it
If you can’t call me your friend
Please call me your acquaintance.
Just like a Good Samaritan you met
Who only dipped on your tongue water
To quench your thirst.
~Pippi~
After running a comb through his hair, Nicholas stomped his boots and adjusted his belt.
All set! He tiptoed past the room of his mother to prevent his clipping boots from waking her. He was actually glad that the timer he had set hasn’t gone out yet. It’d give him time to make some tea and leave some for her.
He sighed filling the kettle with water. The days had been some days. Meeting the famous Hertty and realizing the town folks gushing about her beauty hadn’t been just anything. They sure weren’t blabbering, she was a beauty.
Lashing out heartlessly on her and sending her running through the fields in tears.
Now it was just like a hide and seeks game in town with her; avoiding his gaze his petty talks and having a hard time in even finding her alone. Clearly Hertty didn’t like him neither did she plan on having anything to do with him.
He took the kettle when it whistled and poured it in the tea cup. Taking a sip of the hot brew, Nicholas walked over to the large bay window overlooking the road.
It had been here—the same spot here, one year ago when he and his twin sister had had tea together. Making a game out of it on who was going to gulp down the hot liquid faster. In the end his sister had gurgled out the hot tea crying out. He had laugh a good laugh. He had never thought that he’d have a good time coming to Kumasi to meet his mother and twin sister.
When he had decided to move from his aunt’s to come home, he thought he’d probably feel left out but he was so wrong. He still recalled the first words Nikita said when they met.
“Mama, don’t you think his ears are way too big to be my twin brother?”
The she had stand leveled with him. “Ah well…maybe our heights are the same”
Then they spent their time quarreling over unimportant stuffs. And if she doesn’t have her way with her bro, she’d pout and whined.
“I still don’t believe you’re my twin brother. Mama are you sure?”
Mrs. Kyeremah would the gush up. “Oh come now Nikita, I had you two on the same day and you were so tiny and adorable only that now I’m beginning to think that some things never change. Even from birth you were the one who cried and whine most and now look, you still whine”
“Mama! You’re not being fair” Nikita would accuse their mother.
In the afternoon after school, they’d cruise the town on his scooter receiving all the admiration from the town folks and at night, they’d climb the roof of the farm house and count the stars together.
