Beholding Her

It was 7.15am on that day I was told to wait somewhere In front of a church instead of an eatery A ploy to identify me without mix up It was a church christened Power of God The fifteen minutes of waiting Was a like a whole long day Her invented picture ran through my head I must have gotten it wrong No, I Know I got it right The first lady I behold was with a wrapper With a big bucket to fetch water She smiled at me as if she is shy “God forbid bad thing”, I chorused to myself Another one strolled by me She was a student with a bag Of a average height and fair beauty But she wasn’t looking at my way Looking tattered, dirty and ruffled For her, I can’t be mistaken for another For I was the only guy there, seem stranded I was getting impatient as I called again “Hello, I am already there in front of the church” “Please, I am very sorry, I am on my way”, she replied. Alayande Stephen T. 23rd November 2007 3.01pm On my way to Akungba –Akoko