WHEN LOVE TAKES TOLL

[Dedicated to Angela Nyathi for holding my hand and turning the most unlikely dream into reality]


In my life I have written articles calmly, unheralded and often in the middle of the night in elation, spasm, bliss or in a state of drunkenness. If honesty has to prevail then I have to admit and rightly so that as I am writing this one my heart is inundated with joy and therefore finding it difficult to put my feelings into words.

Amidst my state of bliss, I see a lovely lady tossing her hair as she steps into my vacant heart. With great esteem and love I welcome her. Numb I am for a while but gather the valor to ricochet a few sentiments, all I can say is,” Hail gorgeous”, with a certainty of love in the hand. As she saunters down the streets of Zimbabwe’s second largest city, all can’t help but marvel at such an angel, I can’t help either. All I can do is wearing a smile but my smile conceals some hidden tears, they are not tears of sorrow but tears of joy. A renowned writer once said,’ sometimes you don’t know what you want until it hits you.’
She is sumptuous with her love and has the aptitude to cosset my every whim. All that is needed is some pulsating time to connect, for they say affections are intense and emotions get cavernous as people connect. She has an affable and lovely interlude which cheers me up immensely. Her face is perfect, the nose at the right place, the precise size and beneath it well place is a pair of lips, soft even by the look. Her ears decorate her rounded head with her hair quixotically curled…. Her eyes glitter and are punctuated by neat eyebrows. Her skin is smooth; her smile exposes her snow white teeth …one look at her I get love-struck, cupid arrows shoot inside my love enslaved heart which bleeds desperately to hear her virtuous voice whisper into my ears.

Therefore to say she is beautiful would be an irony of the century. She is simply ravishing, immaculate, gorgeous, and exquisite, you name it. I can safely say love is mysterious and mesmerizing and when you find it with such an angel there is nothing better. The deep-seated question I am asking myself is; will my heart be able to contend this renewed up state of quixotic bliss. All I know is that God wouldn’t give me what I can not handle. How I wish he didn’t trust me that much…

[Compiled by; General S.R Mpofu – Freelance Journalist, Teacher, Human Rights Activist and Advocate for Political and Social Justice in Zimbabwe]