Desperate Lover


The birds are chirping
Mosquitoes silently leaving
The city already buzzing
Sun rays gently streaking into his room

He forcefully sits up
And sleepily reaches for his phone
The girl he lusts for
Hasn’t replied yet, tick is still grey

Gloomy he becomes, his day already spoiled
Then his friend comes in
And refers to their common phrase, “Wataachana tu”
His happy face restored, he gets ready for the day


By Charley Hacker
The Chronicles of a Campus Boychild

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