Have you ever met a myth that you have always dreamt of?
There is this myth that I thought was just ashes of stories
Until one day kaboooom, there she was, walking towards me…..
Living proof of God’s fine arts mastery
Flawless face, natural hair, no make-up,
Her smile was a mile wide
Curvy body in a remarkably long Kitenge dress
I bet she briefed God on her creation day
Her beauty eclipsed the sun
Would you have the guts to talk to a myth?
I honestly lacked courage that day…I freaked out
But wait, she approached to talk to me
I was playing a small digital piano
The sound seduced her
I was late for my class but classes would always be there, right?
So I continued to play as she sang gibberish to the melodies
Would you have what it takes to touch a myth?
I honestly couldn’t believe my ears
She sang like Satan
And I couldn’t help the sexiness of her voice/look
We had spent almost an hour alone
Then I realized it was getting darker in that small room
I knew I had to play softer chords
Melodies grew soul-stirring
I don’t remember how we found ourselves kissing
And kaboooom the headmistress was there, watching a minor-seminarian kissing
her beloved future nun in the back of a chapel!