Her Love Never Arrives Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

She deliberately refused to see my trendy face nor gaze at my mirror eyes
Like an eternity trip, she kept me hoping, waiting on my glassy window
Counting the nebulous clouds, praying for her rain to come
January came, so young and full of ecstasy, I was still hoping she will come
The clouds will surely blow her to Juja, or perhaps the Matatu will teleport her
The clarion calls could not held her close so I thought the flying February will bring her by
From the stand points of few facial shillings and kobo I held it close, the July man will arrive with her
Like a show of shame she left me for a ride, bruised and battered from the tattered lost hopes
Jabbered and haggard above the columns of my window frame I watch time passed by
She never came to pass like an old prophecy, she never comes to fulfilment in October
Oh! Lucy! ! Oh! Lucy! ! that gazelle in the Rift Valley of Kenya
That young Nubia I met in the darkest nights of November
Like the November man, she never arises at the 11th hour of the year
Like the land of running moon, she left me like a Prophet from August whose Visions have depart
Like in trance, she only resurrect in the Web Worlds as the Marfect bride in tales land
I see the chains of academics ripping us apart, like the broken kola nut
I cried yet I chat, she still turns the clocks hands back in 1961 when Jomo Kenyatta was still a boy
She keep getting farther away from me like Mombasa from Nairobi
Though I was in Juja, she echo back back from Malinde with the swirls of the ocean winds
She never see us converging in Kiambu even when we formed a topological spaces in by-pass
We outlive our brimful time like the functional analysis in social media we never mapped along
She only see my Lagrange from a distance, she only saw my Ordered Differences
Differentiated me as a Nigerian with lower infinitum of her heart
I begged her to integrate me at supremum boundaries of her heart
Instead she gave me the axioms of probability and used measure theory on my emotions.
She told me the multivariate of time is our prime determinant
I allow her find the greatest integer in my accumulated big data
In the course of time series autocorrelation of our geometric friendship
Though she forget the Logarithm of time, the Exponential distribution it carries
It comes Poisson sometimes in the discrete moments of our lives
There Markovian Matrix may never extrapolate the transition in our hearts
Time my dear friend is an Arabic writer with a table slate
We may never understands the verses written in the slate
Let us not wait for Isaac Newton to find our endless Solutions
Let us not allow Bayes and Pascal expand our feelings
Leaving IBM and Analytics no choice but to find our trends
Let make out way for the huge man inside us as the sun rises at the equator