It all started on Sunday
After a long walk with my girl.
I realised late that it was hot
And ladies are not so good with the sun.
We trailed a long distance
On dust tracks
Our feet covered with the dust
And our shoes all brown now.
We passed a certain place to check up
On one or two people
But my girl didn't like the idea
Almost twenty meters to go
She withdrew and decided to go home.
I didn't force her, I let her go.
At first I tried to convince her
To come with me
But to no availed
Until at last I stopped persuading her .
Maybe I didn't do commerce at school
It would have helped me to win.
Later in the night
She sent a text telling me
That I deserved the embarrassment
She caused on me where I went alone.
I never knew
That it was the road to singleness.
I sent an apology letter she didn't reply.
For almost a week she was quiet
Only to realise it later
That we broke up that very day
Without telling each other that it's over.
I accepted the reality of our relationship.
We are no longer together.
Everyone is walking on different paths.
Single and very free to mingle.
The road to singleness.
The weird thing that happened
We never had time to talk
About our informalities or
What went wrong.
Never had time to call
Each other that I'm sorry
For the wrongs I've done.
No apologies to each other
But I did send an apology
Which did not reply.
Anyway who knows.
The good part is that I'm now single.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dust tracks! Muse of Africa! ! ! Singleness, Walking alone, Heartbreak! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.