Verses By Beordoon

Musings of a Maskuraid…

Cause and Effect

Our last conversation was exactly two years ago. I remember clearly what you wore, how dashing you looked dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, blue Jeans and those hideously expensive blue Nike sneakers you’d bought during our honeymoon trip to Johannesburg. I can remember clearly where you sat, on the red leather settee facing the sitting room window. How can I forget the way the light danced on your face, highlighting your cheekbones and your finely sculpted sideburns, the way my heart constricted; almost choking my thoughts, because you looked so handsome and I couldn’t just believe you were mine. Asa’s ‘Bibanke’ playing from your big Nokia phone was the perfect soundtrack to the romantic setting. There you were, nodding along to the beat as I drank in the ambience, content in the moment, until you started to speak and everything came crashing down.

Of course you didn’t notice my reaction, the sharp intake of breath, an indication of the enormity of my hurt. To you it was nothing, as usual, but your words struck mortal blows, opening deep wounds, from which my heart is yet to heal. They have stayed with me ever since and who knows for how long more.

It’s been two years since our last conversation and I miss you. I miss the warmth of your smile, the light in your eyes and the beautiful ring of your laugh. My arms ache as they long to hold you again, in that loving embrace. I miss the way you squeal in delight, when we tickle and kiss. I miss our long rambling walks, how we used to debate and discuss. I miss all of you, like darkness misses the light. I miss you so much and it breaks my heart that I miss you so bad. I miss you darling and even the heavens can testify, that every day, I wish you’d kept quiet just that once. Maybe if you had, fate wouldn’t have been tempted and you’d still be here by my side, alive.


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  1. I love the way you write, evoking deep feeling from your reader. This is awesome. I wish I could write like this.

  2. Bukola

    I’m with you on that Nneka. Nice one

  3. Beordoon

    Thanks Nne for being generous with your comments as is usual. God bless.

  4. Beordoon

    Thank you Buki, stay with us. God bless.

  5. Agent Dee

    Nice! I like.

  6. Beordoon

    Thanks Agent Dee. Super code name,undercover ops are cool like that. Keep reading,we appreciate.

  7. omomayowa

    Nice piece. A job well done but more can still be done. By the way, when should expect the concluding part? Here comes another Orange Prize Winner

  8. Beordoon

    We do appreciate you for reading. Thanks for seeing into the future,the concluding part(s) will surely come.

  9. Fadare T

    Amazing write-up. Love how the write-up relates to the bibanke song. Expecting more. *fingers crossed*

  10. Beordoon

    Thanks for reading Tope,we all want more (the Oliver Twist syndrome) lol. Stay tuned…

  11. where is the end?! wicked writer!!!.

  12. IamAyomiDotun

    where is the end?! wicked writer!!!

  13. Beordoon

    Lol. There are no ends,only new beginnings. Thanks for coming through,stay tuned.

  14. Helynn

    Dis is so good nice one sir

  15. Beordoon

    Many thanks Helen,God bless…

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