A faithful pal

A faithful pal

By Namwene Mukabwa

Wake up, wake up!

My darling pronounces

Shut up, shut up!

I reply with pounces

She doesn’t give up.

She stays by my side,

Firm she holds my floss,

If I take the bike she enjoys with me the ride,

On the campus lawns the grass she kills with me.

In the boring of lectures,

She lets me have her body to caress,

I do it with undivided devotion,

For she gives me unrivalled passion.

She doesn’t ask for chocolate or roses,

Nor does she care who I talk to,

She knows all about my concubines,

Still she doesn’t give a hoot.

My darling is fun,

She plays with me when she is full,

When hungry she cries for food

Chips-chicken is not her thing,

She demands a treat though,

20bob seals the deal…

My darling is faithful,

She will sit with me past midnight,

Helping me through the eleventh hour,

Of a month-long assignment due tomorrow.

My darling is a liar,

Her lies are sweet tweets,

She lies to my friends about my location,

Even when I am with another woman,

She has to guard her dignity,

Lest they laugh at her stupidity.

My darling kisses me goodnight,

Sometimes she walks me through the bleakest night,

And with the lightest strike of light,

She wakes me up hoping everything will be alright!