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Always the Lady
An hour before time, they put her through the motions. Shoving and pulling her strings adding oil and suntan lotion. Hot and humid still shining in candid spirit she professes in music, a monotone but in finesse, a tune nonetheless. Of her welcome song intrinsic in me but to her handlers, in blase only the mere task of steering and roping in tense power play. Embarking though marred by obvious signs of abuse and neglect. Her rolling in elation disguised the slippery entrance and my regret. Drivers accommodating cramped spaces as directed, gently to fill. Opting to maitain serenity as they in vain, placate her iron will. Do I hear her rising blood pulses or lack of joy in welcome thereof? No, just the sound of tumultuous creaks and human smell of perfume, tainted sweat and punjent oil leaks let off. Disgruntled impatience of mere sailors but of her, not a peep. Standing tall, holding firm a class of her own as she let sweep. Riding the waves in style directing me to the destiny I must keep. On and on she rides tantalising the waves as they foam at the peaks. Such insight when she lapses into a lullaby putting me to sleep. I return to a friend who knows well to serve, to ferry me ashore. Another blissful time with her as the sea beckons for us to explore. She is faithful, a useful companion with its own metallic commodore. Sailing majestically forever a classy lady, our very own Lady Samoa. (N.B Lady Samoa is our Inter-Island Ferry)
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