She aches for love,
She hungers for affection,
She longs for true touch.
But she can't have these;
Missing ribs of Hers,
Because she is a seller,
Of her nights.
She came across a Soujouner.
As their eye's gazed for a while,
A spark sparked in their hearts,
Like a lighting in the rain.
The Soujouner sighed; with relief.
For he as found,
A place to habitate,
Because he as found love,
After all of his journeys',
Searching around for love.
Before the Soujouner could,
Wake back from his thoughts,
The hawker of her nights,
Had vanished into tin air
She eschewed away,
Because she Hawks at night.
As she walks off her affections,
The sight of the Soujouner,
Couldn't leave her heart.
But the thoughts in her mind is cautioning her.
As the sun waves at her,
Depression and broading is always in her heart.
Within her heart is breaking,
Her make up may be flaking,
But the Grin on her face,
Always stands as a shadow.
Luckily for the Soujouner,
He finds a place to lay his head,
In the same building with the night hawker.
But the Soujouner realised a mystery about her;
The night hawker is not always in her room,
At night!
The Soujouner left his house late,
He met the night hawker,
Distressed and Asleep on the street,
With bruises all over her face.
The Soujouner became furious,
At whoever battered her.
But his mind became curious,
At the night hawker for turning to a owl.
His curiosity was cut short,
Because he cannot watch his future
Languish in pain while blood is,
Was shedding slowly.
Like a stallion,
He lifted her like a toddler,
Just as a groom carry his bride.
As he walking back,
His face was glues at her beauty,
Deep beneath her bruises.
And as the white gentle pigeon,
He saw her innocent soul.
A bird chip brought him back to life,
As his mind was buried on her;
Mirage of beauty!
For his attention was dead on her,
He as walked pass his room.
Like a fluffy deer,
He tended to her wounds.
Like bird chesting it's nest,
He layed her on his bed.
Like a Mexican Chef,
He made an Omelette and Coffee beside his bed.
But he locked her in,
Just to have a chitchat with her.
The night hawker is now woken up,
Late at noon.
In a place just like in the dreamy land.
"Who carried me from my gutters,
Tended to my bruises,
And even made me breakfast",
These were the thoughts in her minds.
She was afraid not to touch the food.
But her hunger can't withstand the sight.
She tried to escape but she is locked in.
She began shivering because;
The night hawker thought it was her abducters again...
(to be continued)
WRITTEN BY; ADEBAYO, Busayo.
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