He is a little frail but he is okay most of the times. He finds it a bit difficult to sleep, He is burdened by our deeds. I always ask him to come and join me, to be free. He never answers, he just stares at the wall, but I know he considers it. People seem to have given up on us. Nobody talks to us anymore. It’s just him and I against the world.
There was this one girl though, she was very persistent. She wanted to break us apart. I sat him down and told him things, gave him reasons why she would not be good for us. But she was good, very good, better than the others. She told him things like, “I am just in his head”. But he knew I was real. He could see me. Just because she couldn’t, didn’t make me any less real. But then He started ignoring my whisper in his ear. Then he stopped listening.
For ten years I sat in my corner, watching, taunting, playing, and waiting patiently. Two little humans came into our lives, boys, and with them the sign I had been waiting for. I knew sooner or later he will come back around. He never did handle pressure well. When he came to me crying, I welcomed him with open arms, he knew he had to make it up to me, I gladly showed him how.
When they locked us up, the mound in the garden had already gone down. With it the last trace of the one person who kept us apart for ten long years.
Sometimes I leave him in our little cell and fly away to watch over them.
The boys are okay,
They see me,
Soon I will take them out to play.
Joyfrida Anindo is a short story author and poet from Nairobi, Kenya. She currently has work appearing in StoryZetu.Com, inspiredstoriesandpoems.wordpress.com, and Holaafrica.org. When she’s not making strangers cry with her writing, she’s most likely at the office, reading a book, cooking, or hanging out with her progeny. You can interact with her at her blog joywrite.wordpress.com