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WAITING FOR YOU


She posted few days ago and after reading in lines and stanzas, I commented. "Am waiting for your own" was her response. It seems I miss her but don't know why I said Austin Efe Jane, am 'cooking' when she asked me where I am. So I pen down this piece in call and response for her to decode. Tittle: WAITING FOR YOU. CALL: Alone in this lofty and deserted place, Have I patiently and eagerly waited. Among men each day have I search your face; Each time have I been disappointed. Your absence seems to me a punishment; Your presence I longed for my relieve. RESPONSE: "Distance" they always say, "Make the heart grow fonder." I know the feeling; got me thinking all day, How committed we are, even than a lover But I pray thee, thou shoud tarry a little while Still have lots of cooking to do CALL: What's all these appearing? Not too nice to hear. Thy absence is due to cooking? How sour it sound in the ear. Should cooking be element to neglect, And seeing a sister as garbage? RESPONSE: Oh! My intent you wrongly explain. Food preserve the skin room dying; A waste effort much to my disdain. My 'FOOD' let lives keep living. Poetic words like the spiritual, Very obscure; especially to the carnal. CALL: The life clock is ticking so fast, Trivially the time is still. And now we are older than the past, Boom! Death caught us neglecting our will. I pray thee: bargain not with death; Because being nature, none can cheat. RESPONSE: Like crossword puzzle, can't decifer your line. Send my memory into an endless journey. I pray death absence when I dine Till I reveal the mystery of misery Knows clock ticks, time's still and death's sure, My destiny I fulfill; my mission will I complete. CALL: Words making the dead jealous Envious of we yet living Life's good; Alas! Each steps is dangerous Only the determined keep on going But tell me, what Keep you floating? RESPONSE: "And I shall fly high Not that I won't die But before the die be cast I would have been above the sky" My ink is almost dry Yet, I've got many things to write But to put things alright, Am now around: can we see tonight? ©Evabeta Blessing Benefit
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