Listen, my friends, and you shall hear,
Of a man who fell in love,
On the thirty first of December, in Twenty Twelve.
Fondly remembered is this famous day and year.
On a calm Sunday afternoon,
While on his way to a friend’s wedding.
Through the empty streets of Thika town,
They met, twelve thirty, in the afternoon.
By the walls of a certain building,
Stood a damsel in a deep thought,
The eyes caught each other, in a twinkling.
What a fair creature, what had God wrought!
Though shy and melancholic,
He managed a smile, and gestured to the girl,
For a handshake, as she seemed familiar,
And her countenance was very inviting.
I am on my way to a friend’s wedding, the man said,
Aha, I am also going to a wedding, she said.
And I am waiting for a girl-friend here!
Five minutes went by, and her lady friend arrived.
The man, being kind and eager to please,
Paid the twos’ fare,
Not willing to appear desperate,
He didn’t ask for her number.
Soon, the wedding was over,
And the damsel left.
How will he ever get to know her better?
He left everything to fate.
He knew her name,
And hacked his way into her address,
On, and an email was send,
And she was quick to reply.
Soon a date was set,
Time and place was agreed,
She in ecstasy, he in somber mood.
And the day arrived.
He took her to a supermarket,
He didn’t know why but he had to start somewhere,
So he started there,
And they got some snacks.
To the garden they went,
And the conversation started,
Tell me about yourself, she started,
And hours passed by as if they were seconds.
Months later, he proposes,
And she opposed.
And her reasons,
Petty, as you will soon find.
“I am still young for a courtship,”
“I am still a junior student,”
“You are very old,”
“I don’t see us going anywhere”.
Dejected and sad,
The man left and deleted every memory of her,
And has remained single since then,
And seeks no more of their attention.
