Why did you do this last night?
It’s hurting me and I can’t forget.
Why must you risk your life so?

You allowed her, and that’s a fact.
As I watched, she massaged
your bare skin,
severally kissed you tenderly,
and even suckled.
To make matters worse,
she most probably even infected you.

As if that was not enough,
and with no iota of shame,
she repeated the same with another,
and another, as I watched helplessly.

I am just telling you this as your best friend;
at least that’s what I think I am to you.
I can’t keep it to myself
because what you did was not right.

You look surprised as if you have no idea
what I’m talking about.
Do not look so innocent,
I even know her name
because this is not the first time
that you’ve let yourself loose to her,
in my presence.

Her name is …….
…….. Mosquito.

I love you, despite;
but when you decide to use a mosquito net,
at least use it well;
cover yourself decently and carefully
so that you are out of reach;
because Malaria is spread
by the bite of an infected
female Anopheles mosquito.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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