I dont smile anymore, I miss my teeth :-)

The sun is cold. The brilliant sunshine glows but without the incandescence that usually punctuates it. It’s a cold sunshine, light but no warmth, brilliance but no illumination. It’s a lamentable day. Everything is a lie, the sun shines but it doesn’t light. The birds charter but they won’t sing. The morning is new but it doesn’t inspire. It’s a fraudulent day.

It was a lovely sunset yesterday. The evening was beautiful, the sunset charming as the cloudless sky unveiled the expansive heavens. The stars were magnificent. I was charmed and I was breathless. I never thought such a joyful dusk would be succeeded by such a deceitful morning.

 ..I had a robust chest and the towers were stout and erect. It was a long time ago when my smile had teeth and my lips had flesh. A long time ago I used to walk straight, the pot balancing on my head and the boys ogling behind me..Now things are different, the skin is rough and folded, my eyes are faint and my body is wasted and aged..

Time is a dice. It rolls at its own will and listens to no counsel. Man is a witness, a witness to the cruel hand of time. Time is a ruthless master. It’s invisible but inevitable. Time shall age the beautiful, it shall weaken the strong and it shall decay the shiny. Time is silent but irreversible. Man plans but time disposes. Before time we all wither and with time we all decay.

I hadn’t realized how long ago it was. I had thought it was just last evening, but it was many years ago. Back then I was a young girl. I had a robust chest and the towers were stout and erect. It was a long time ago when my smile had teeth and my lips had flesh. A long time ago I used to walk straight, the pot balancing on my head and the boys ogling behind me. Now things are different, the skin is rough and folded, my eyes are faint and my body is wasted and aged. I cover my hair now, its no longer glamorous. I don’t smile anymore, I miss my teeth.

What happened to the song of the river? The song I used to sing to summon my love? What happened to my handsome one? Who shall hold my hand now? Who shall take me to the bushes? Who shall make me moan in the wild now? Those were the days of love. I was Rebecca then, not Cucu. He was Tony then, not Guka. He used to be excited when he saw me; he would stare at me from afar, now he doesn’t even see me. The river cannot remember us anymore. We are too old now, we cant swim anymore, the current is too weak now. I guess its time to rest, Its time to cherish what was is left of us, before time reaps us away.

When shall this morning end? When shall the light depart from our eyes. Its an ungrateful morning, it’s a bitter story this. Make it stop