The innocence of the young linger in my mind, the promises of Venice and Turin remain vibrant in my mind I remember the past with nostalgia...
I dream and it becomes reality, I fade away into the new world and here is the story ... as we sit on the rocks at a construction site, high up in Mbuya hill and watch the lake fade away in the distance... as the darkness engulfs the land :-) We make a contract, an agreement to be bonded together for life with the sharing of raw blood just from under the skin...
Its getting late now ... as we stand to leave the site, we set our music from one Walkman, after running the tape back to the start with a Bic pen, saving our power so that we can listen to our music longer... We hold hands and take one ear piece each and listen to the voice of Celine, Winnie and more, it is now dark and we have to get home before our parents start to worry of where we could be for the danger of the night might take us to another world!
Suddenly a bark and there appears this big monstrous dog, she - my love - clutches my hand with all her energy and there is nowhere to run, I take a quick decision to defend her with my life! Fortunately I have a big boot soft but strong - a Jodachi high top, I wait and with stealth, furtiveness and dexterity combined with the energy left, I kick the dog to silence... She is shaking, beads of tears and sweat roll down her face and she knows we are living...
We arrive at her gate and we have to part ways but she decides to give me a short walk towards my estate and then halfway to my estate, I realize that another king of the night might appear and I make up my mind to take her back – we hug for minutes no end, in silence and finally we have to part for our homes are so far apart from each other ... I run in the night and fear nothing for with her I am living!
There is no chain (http://okuti.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-one-day-it-will-be-love.html), there is no force, there are no expectations and no one is passing judgment on you its just beautiful, as I prepare to sleep I read the last letter she wrote to me just that morning, look at her picture and kneel to say a prayer like my mother taught me, I pray for her too...
May be the one day has come, or is it all a dream! If I am dreaming let me try pinch myself and listen to the sound of my wince and the reactions of the people around me, I see people every day and they are all just but the same, so why is she different, I want to walk her by the beach at a far away island where only birds and water compete to make noise, where the exhaust fumes and potholes seem like a tale of the aliens...
Only this time there will be judgment, expectations and all let me get back to work so that I can make her more comfortable, the children and the lives that depend on me for I owe it to them...
