Vaidah My Villages Girl

VAIDAH MY VILLAGE GIRL

By Ken Kagali

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vaidah my village girl,
Do you remember our old days,
Our trips to and from the river,
How you cried with my name under the tree.

I miss our local gossips,
Your random visits,
The silly fights with Shikwekwe ,
And the funny lines of love.

Under the mangoe tree,
That rainy evening,
When you wore my coat,
I Hope you remember,

Do you remember Mr Wambululu,
How he ashamed; canned us on the assembly,
As he read our love letters,
And forced us to “get married”.

Hope you remember all this,
Vaidah my village girl,
Our last day behind your father’s Kitchen,
And the potful promises.

Today I remembered our last date,
That late at night in the cold,
Persued by a night runner,
And my tears just dropped… I miss you.

Vaidah My VillageGirl!

©Ken Kagali 2022

Ken Kagali is a teacher of English and Literature currently teaching at St Peter’s Boys Moisbrdge Kitale.He is an avid Reader,an experienced author. His work has made cut into several Anthologies including Where Broken hearts Go,Shades Of World Diversity,Twisted Waves and many others online.Guide to 𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑺 into Father of Nation and Parliament of Owls. He’s a force to reckon with and a Literature Giant to watch.