The Roadside Well

This sky was in blue and white,

The cold winds were blowing hard,

These hills and valleys were spitting

up flames of dust and the Flora and fauna

could be counted with ease, and so was

the hope of love...the hope of love in my heart!

It has been today!

today in the afternoon...and I was

riding my horse to the west, hunting

and craving for the hope of love...the

hope of love for filling up the ocean

in my heart so that I can love again.

The sunshine was mercilessly

hitting my forehead and I was

swallowing my own sweat.

My horse was staggering in the

sand dunes and at the same time a

young and beautiful lady was

struggling with drawing water

from the roadside well.

I ordered my horse to halt

and while it's breathing in and out

and jubilating, I approached the lady and helped lift her pot from the well, after which she smiled and served me some water that quenched my thirst.

Am actually that kind of a man

who likes killing two birds with one stone,

and thus before making it back to

my horse, I asked for her name

and she told me she's Kenyagyi,

a name that made my heart

boil hot with desire.

Of course I was supposed to ride

further to the West, but because the sky

was in the eve of swallowing the sun,

I turned my horse and chose to ride back home together with Kenyangyi.

With in half an hour I had dropped

Kenyagyi at her destination and as I was

approaching the gates of my home town

there happened a heavy downpour.

The streams, wells, rivers, lakes

and oceans filled up to the shorelines,

and so did my heart...however,

with happiness and the hope of love instead.

As I speak I have actually loved traveling,

and thus from tomorrow early in the morning

and the following days I will be riding back to the West, but in this case the roadside well

shall be my destination and Kenyangyi as my host.

© taremwa