Preston Mwiinga

Gold Star - 10,095 Points (4th November.1988 / Lusaka)

Infatuation - Poem by Preston Mwiinga

1. Infatuation, a word so strong and yet I have been swimming in it as if it were a simple word like ‘the’ and ‘at’. If awards were been given then I would have gotten a number of them. The only fun part about this flirting game is when I decided to become a multiple flirter, people will just call me a player, but if a lady dares they will call her a prostitute. Maybe that is the reason I have never forgotten to tell the world on my curriculum vitae that I am a team player. Because I played and led a number of games. You call the relationships, but I called them games, I did play those games.
But now…….
Verse
I’m tired of ruining my reputation, because of this abomination which might bring humiliation leading to condemnation, After all there is time for everything, even championship is seasonal Great Kalu missed a penalty because he never came to the realization that enough was enough. I have realized and I am tired of the game, I am going on a vacation because of my frustration after the duration of my flirtation in infatuation. This is my narration of my stagnation in the game of temptations now I need the redemption.

2. I have been a dominant figure in the special world of lovers. I have made a number of moves to ladies, I have been a lucky fella to some whilst to others I have been lucking proper skills and to others I had my powerful skills but not to those who were very principled. A rejection to me has not been a blow, it’s has simply been a status call to go back and mend my manifesto and use it on the next available ladies. And disappointments stopped hurting because they now started sounding normal. In my journey I behaved liked a beast,
But now………



Verse
I’m tired of ruining my reputation, because of this abomination which might bring humiliation leading to condemnation, After all there is time for everything, even championship is seasonal Great Kalu missed a penalty because he never came to the realization that enough was enough. I have realized and I am tired of the game, I am going on a vacation because of my frustration after the duration of my flirtation in infatuation. This is my narration of my stagnation in the game of temptations now I need the redemption

3. Now I do not want to fall beauty because it fades away, I do not want to fall for the hips because I don’t not know if they are real or Chinese and that is not the definition of true love, I do not want to fall for the boobs because one day they might just shrink like a flitter looking bulgy and yet there is air inside. I don’t not want to fall for the lips because do not know what have made them to look so fyompable, I do not want to look at the eyes because eyes do deceive, her eyes might be pretending to be looking at me and yet, they are looking for an instrument to strungle me with.

I will not go out looking for love anymore, because it might just be a disastrous game. I will be patient with my selection. I will wait for my eyes to see real love but my heart and mind will have to confirm that she is the chosen one lastly my body will go for her only then will I come back from that vacation of my frustration as I will be ready to face the humiliation a better way and I believe that the condemnation with now bring about mutation.
Because I am tired of Infatuation.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

Form: Ars Poetica


Comments about Infatuation by Preston Mwiinga

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (4/16/2016 1:18:00 PM)


    I’m tired of ruining my reputation, because of this abomination which might bring humiliation leading to condemnation a beautiful reminder to all those who fall in love....... infatuation can destroy so many things in life in married life or outside wedlock. thank you for all these great thoughts in your poem. tony (Report) Reply

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