This is not a love-story
And yet it is a story of love…
Beauty has always been my enemy
They call me a bird, and their eyes track my every movement.
Desire beams from their lustful iris, and pings me in a spotlight of perversions.
My own hopes skulk in the shadows of what others hope for me
And my dreams are engulfed by their need for my beauty-
until all I have left, are secrets I cannot share!
When I escape their profane and uncouth stares, I find that I abhor all beauty around me-
That I am drawn, to dare I say it; Ugliness
And that’s how I met Amani.
Homely as they come, I am shy to gaze upon those of pulchritudinous visage
Few pay me even a glance, and that they do with repulsion, or pity
Yet still, they all come…
For my dream was always to be a baker
And my pastries are unrivaled
Children sneak away from parents
Wives delay husbands
And husbands evade friends
All for a taste, and always an awkward glance!
I have learnt to bare the shame of my hideousness; to always serve with downcast eyes-
That is, until Kalenna came
“Look at me,” she said
Her gaze did not waver
Her eyes wondered over my every displeasing feature,
And then she smiled…
In all my life I had never seen such an unsightly face
Amani was so ugly that he was beautiful
Each misshapen feature; a masterpiece
The children sang his name
The grown-ups waved friendly greetings albeit with averted eyes
The birds themselves flocked to him
And a bird myself, so did I.
KALENNA AND AMANI
The greatest friendships always find a way
Kalenna loved Amani like she had never loved
And he loved her like he had always loved
Many more customers came because of her
But it was hard for them to ogle her with their mouths full of delicious pie and custard, and cookies, and muffins, and a variety of tantalizing unknowns…
So finally, Kalenna had a voice, and an audience willing to listen.
And because of her, Amani’s eyes would never be downcast again
For side by side, they became the two greatest beauties of the town.
Yes, this is a story of love
A story of friendship.
Tis a family season but there are those without family or unable to be with family. May our friendship fill that void.My Christmas message
Merry merry Christmas everyone.
Yeah this is the last post I’m writing till after Christmas, but I’ll be reading on wordpress and commenting, and reposting one or two times.
Stay safe everyone. Stay loving.