Poem Vi - Petrol Station
One day I saw this beautiful lady and I was hoping, begging she'd come stop
by my Petrol Station. It was the best in town. It had the cleanest oil and the
cheapest prices. My Petrol Station attracted the most customers and when it
came to this lady, I wouldn't even be mad if she was my only customer.
She drove past and looked inside and I made sure that my baby looked
appealing to her. But she continued driving, and she never smiled. I wondered
what I did wrong? We hadn't reached our peak hour? Or she knows too much
about my station. Days passed, weeks even. And nearly a month of this lady
passing my station every morning, she finally came on a cold Monday morning.
She entered through the back door, was astounded by her presence. She
greeted me with a warm smile and said: "Excuse me gentle brother but my gas
is low. I heard you were the best in town and that's what I'd like to know. See I
don't mean to be rude but I have no money so if you're able to do me this one
favour you'd be my favourite honey." If I said her voice was angelic, you
wouldn't look at me the same degrading such a mesmerizing voice. I went
blank as each word was a different melody in my brain telling me I can't lose
this opportunity I have on this fine day. I looked at her and said: "Well my
beautiful sister you are in luck. I'll fill up your tank and you won't even pay a
buck. Don't repay my generosity, take this gift for free, and when you are
speeding on those highways you will see. That my Petrol Station is the best in
town, and you will never forget where to go when your gas is down."
She smiled whilst opening up her tank. This car was a beauty, V12 engine,
1200 horses. I'm pretty sure when she was riding my streets at top speed her
hooter wouldn't stop making a noise. She had a yellow, almost golden-brown
body and with my magical petrol, she had a snow white interior. I got my petrol
ready and when it finally started filling up, I gave her 200 pumps worth and she
was ready to tackle the whole entire week. She took off faster than a
Lamborghini and I watched her speed past a red light. I told myself I'm the
best in the world at what I do and you wouldn't believe who paid me a visit on
Tuesday morning. Yes it was the lady with no money and she asked "Can I be
your first customer every morning? You keep my car clean and no one has
your kind of petrol." My business closed down and was only open to yellow,
almost golden-brown Lamborghini's with a snow white interior.
2014/04/02
Copyright © Langeni Mate | Year Posted 2014
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