Well,
of late I have been having zero motivation to writing of articles simply
because there is zero drama in my life. Every night after the long partying
sessions with the boys, I usually stare at the ceiling of my room, waiting for a
miraculous appearance of that `beautiful one that is born’. In the dark, I
think about her and love her all over. Her red cute lips haunt me, her
melodious voice serenades me. But then I think, why should I miss her instead
of actually going out and search for her? But wait, what if I go out and search for her then no
positive outcome hits my face?
This
is a short letter to you, my Beautiful stranger.
You,
my beautiful stranger should show your way into my heart, teach me to love you
right. Intimately brush your lips against mine so I can feel your breath, as
you cuddle in my arms, I can feel your scent, as you sing along to the songs
love, your melodious voice I will love. I want to hold you by your waist, and
kiss all your sorrows away. Please, just listen to the loudness in my thoughts
as I hope that you will come to me, I am optimistic you will come.
I just want to see my life with that someone, so
beautiful, so sweet and loving, nothing I will compare to you my beautiful
stranger, no is one more perfect than you. I don’t want to feeI vulnerable in
the presence of any other woman all i want is to always love you. So as I cry out
loud in my thoughts tonight, I know, I know that this letter will hopefully
reach you, that you will forever remain my gorgeous mistake. A mistake I will
not be ashamed to call my own, my most beautiful fault. So I can live to tell
of this tale of love to my lovely, lonely nights.
But
again, my inner feelings tell me that am done for good this time round. Go and
tell the night to stop bringing you to me in my dreams, tell the night I have
had enough of this bullshit, tell the night that I am actually trying to forget
how loving you feel like. I shouldn’t even like you, because Kenny already sang
the song to you, he told you NEVER to fall in love with a dreamer.
-guest writer Peter Kariuki Waigwa
