Backyard after 5-

were the the venue and time we met almost daily.

It was you, Cassava my only friend that I had when I was a kid. Probably, I was just not friendly that there were no friends to befriended with.

I spoke to you about dissatisfaction -about love that was not reciprocal -about uncertainty of life -about biases and perceptions

-and often;

about growing up as a man

so I can run away from the repetitive forlorn days

because I fed up hearing people comparing me with nonsense

dictating the way I should live my life

and the kind of man that I should be


I just want to grow up

being with you,

and being myself






Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s