We Call Her the African Queen
We call her the African Queen
Because of her…..
There is a hesitation.
I have never known my friend to be speechless.
Beauty?
He nods.
But more than that, he tells me.
Charisma?
That too.
I am ready to despise this so-called queen.
This is a party with lots of people.
I do not have to notice or talk to her.
Then she walks in.
All heads turn.
It as if she is a magician who has waved a wand.
People are fawning over her.
There is such emotion in her eyes, I cannot look away.
It is as if I am seeing someone who just walked out of heaven.
Do you feel it? My friend asks.
I nod.
Too struck to speak.
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