Young and Beautiful
It’s probably something that I’ve said, she laughs so loudly. For a moment no longer is her smile frayed, but in joy her mouth opens so widely.
“You remember our wild days?” I ask her in love and in bliss, she looks aside in a haze, “you old bloke don’t remind me please…”
She looks away, pretty young Flora, we lived in our heyday, when we were both strong and taller.
Suddenly she laughs again, I peer her way. “You never did take me to see Jomo’s cane…” amidst a playful giggle she manages to say.
Loudly and abruptly I too laugh, even after all these years her mischief still gets me, her love still hangs tough, since I proposed on one bended knee.
Knowingly she laughs in turn, pretty young flora, we were lovers under the sun, when we were both strong and taller.
I still love her, pretty young Flora, even more now that she is still young and beautiful.
In commemoration of a life well lived; Sarafine Wanjiru Njoroge; Left us as she went to meet God, on the mountain where his light beckons yonder
Words: Francis the Lone Puppeteer
Photography: Mukiri Gitiri
[Mukirivity– Ingenious art and text made comparative]