The other day I was sitting down and just minding me business…listening to Sheryl Crow’s; the first cut is the deepest…and well, you know life in the countryside is slow and green and damsels have no expectations and very impressionable…

So me is sitting under this beautiful tree…thinking about this damsel that has her cross hairs on my heart…this damsel that got me sleeping during the day and dreaming at night…making me loose me friendship with reason and seeing strange fellows like commitment and monogamy in my compound and seeing them trying to be my true friends and making my best friend reason cower in the stable shade of cattle…well I digress as usual.

So me been seeing strange fellows and all..and reason tells me to be careful and this damsel got me all hippy and poetic…some words I never knew existed…and yeah…the mists of time and distance pays me a visit and you know those visitors you really don’t want but you accomodate them coz they might just be the blessing you been waiting for…and you hope they won’t stay long and the funny thing is that after a while me and reason began exchanging weird looks…you know, when will they leave coz suddenly our close neighbour sunshine had stopped paying us a visit and my aunt, the moon from my mums side had just stopped calling and findin out how we were doing and reason and I tried to get it but we didn’t until it was a bit late…when we realised that the mists of distance and time didn’t just come alone…that we never were really alone, reason and I, but that my house full of people I never knew and that my allies; reason and patience, my relatives; hope and faith; and my in-laws perseverance and fortitude were all uneasy…never coming out of there rooms to bond with me or reason and reason tried all he could but he failed. It was a salient coup. One I never saw comming. And my galfriend love decided to be unavailable and she told her cousin communication not to bother with me…now…that is when I realised that; doubt was seducing me, with manner of seductions and love portions, that fear was my new watchman…that distrust was our new cook…: no wonder my stomach and reasons was running. Things had deteriorated that I never realised that I was sleeping with doubt and my gals cousin communication was aware of it, that love was told and I was in trouble.

When I confronted the mists of time and distance what was up…I was alone since reason had deserted me too…I realised I had failed the one I love, my love. I realised that I had made doubt pregnant and God forbid what kind of child that would be…that my own watchman was fear, having driven my faithful long servant courage away. I tried to have doubt abort…because I could not fathom a child conceived under such circumstances and she had the audacity to tell me that she is pro-life…my only hope was that love would believe in me and make doubt miscarriage. That was only possible if love believed.
That my gals cousin would help me reach to my other friends: hope, faith, courage, reason, patience, understanding. That, I would have the strength of will to be happy to vanguish these imps from hades away from my land. Though I had slept with her…my heart was with love and all I need was her to believe in me…if only she could talk to me…
Well…this is the life in the countryside…where we never alone…it all depends with what’s your perception…and trusting those that you love no matter how hard it is…

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