C’est la vie…
So what happened when I was age 7, 8 or 9..?
What happens when I get tensed and can’t count to 10..?
What happened when I was ten and had my first Crush..?
A very honest girl called Tina; Ernestina to be precise…
What happened when my first love letter landed in the wrong mail..?
What happened when the wrong pair of eyes glanced through my written emotions..?
When the wrong set of ears had to pay attention to words that came from my heart..?
Trust me, that will cause a commotion!
What happened when my first poem, that took me days and nights to craft, never made it to its proposed destination?
What happened when I was a teen..?
Age 16, 17, 18 & 19?
I met Judy, Hanna, Dorothy, Maa, Jessy, Efya, Jeni, Queen, Charity, Derbie, Mandy…..; some I can’t remember, most of them forgotten.
Those I Loved, those I Liked, the ones I had a crush on, those that turned out to be lust and the ones who eventually Rose to be Lovely Flowers
Those who are gone, those who still remained.
Does this qualify me as an Insecure Teen..?
What happened when I turned age 20?
Age 21? That I remember!
Yeah! I met Vodia but Jessi was still around..
Then I met Katie, Marian,Winny, Agyeiwaah, Shulie, Dzifa, Kossy, Clementina, Franny, Prilla, Jassy....; the list could continue but I ain’t got time…
What happened to finding the right ones? When all the right ones keep turning left..?
So what happens when I stop loving and start having Crushes …?
What happens when I stop Chasing..?
Tell me what happens when Love is Lost..?
Call me insecure…
Call me whatever…
But I’m still me…
The man who dreams of having his heart’s Queen
The man who wants a complete team of 3; the Creator, a Queen and Me….
Whenever that happens.. I hope whatever that happens when I’m 22 – I’d be around to write about it..and you’ll be around to login and read about it.
So what happens if my poems could actually respire…? – Talesfrommadina.com is where it would reside…
Remember whatever that happens… Remember that, whatever that happens, life still goes on – So move on…
Take the adventures and memories along; because like the French say it;
C’est La Vie
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