by Ezra Chisale
Turning side to side, I couldn’t get over it. As I reached for my legs I couldn’t help but shed a tear. They say men don’t cry but I did. Damn! The pain was becoming too much! Most of it no longer coming from the affected region; it wasn’t my sore legs anymore. My heart was bleeding, no longer a physical wound but an emotional one.
I had spent the whole day on my feet, waiting for her. It was going to be a big day for us, this day of enjoying ourselves. Hours went by, still no sign of her. I had two tickets in my coat pocket which were depreciating every minute; time wasn’t on my side and neither was she. I was now drawing attention of the security guards who probably could not understand why one would stand for hours at one place, especially when that place was next to the bank.
Just in time, my mobile rang. My sorrows were going to fade in a moment, I was going to be with her in a second. I readied my voice, probably coughed twice and I was now ready to talk with my love.
“Hey ma love”, I answered as sweetly as I could.
“Oh my son, I wish that you could do that every day, Mommy loves…”
“Mom is that you?” I interjected.
“Yeah it’s me. Just wanted to tell you that I left the keys next door…”
I dropped the call, if it could be mom, why not Thembi? I looked at the call register to verify. Yeah it was Mom indeed. My feet were now hurting as if they knew what was going on. What I did made me feel worse.
That was the worst day of my life. Now as I’m coiled up in my blankets to soothe the pain am just trying to understand why…
About the author: Ezra Chisale is a 22 year old man who loves writing, residing in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe.
(Image source: skycaptaintwo from Flickr used under a CC BY 2.0 license)
