Ours was unique and she, an enigma. Like every other ship we enter into, my friendship with Katchy was more like a cat and mouse tale but we truly loved the constant ‘fights’ trying to ascertain who knew what she was talking about and who wasn’t confident enough to stand by her ‘tori’. LOL. And when the ‘fights’ were over, we were an indomitable force that would not let another belittle our friendship or attack the other.
One minute my phone was ringing off the hook…she had encountered one heart trouble or another and my attention was needed to stand with her through it, offer my shoulders to be soaked up with tears and endure the endless flow of sadness-generated catarrh. We both got our fair share of heartbreaks…so don’t go thinking I was free either.
Some hours later we were shouting at the top of our voices at each other! How insensitive could I get…querying her decision to go ahead with the funny fellow even after I had advised her not to! “You would have waited and mentioned it later”, she protested. But truth be told, later or now Katchy would still ‘fight’ back at being reminded that she had goofed…a tigress that one, but I love her for who she is. After one of those episodes, I wrote this but every time someone read it, they thought I was talking about something else and what do you think?
The mere fact that you’re at ease
Makes me go weak in the knees
The anticipation of what’s next
Sets my pulse in haste.
With you, I can’t be too sure
‘Cos you take me on tour
Far across each planet’s curve
And back again to our shores.
My imaginations run far and wide
My desperations certainly don’t hide
As I await your unfolding
And embrace our enfolding.
Each day is a different game
Giving delights in other shades
Expressing your innate fire
Connecting with my heart’s desire.
I look forward to the mystery called you.
Feverishly I unwrap my package from glue
Inhale the savour you exhale
As together we set sail.
© Frances Kelvin Otung – 2003