Poetry Corner: Faceblues

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So, they faced each other on Facebook

In texts and in short notes

In images and in emojis



In words sorted in secret and something cryptic

On selfies and on picture profiles

From affectation to infatuation to affection

 

Then, they saw each other in snapshots

Some streaming, some trending

Some sitting, some standing

Some posing, some posturing

All confusing enough to convince

 

Then, they described one to each other

His training by profession

Her profession by training

His pedigree per his degree

Her preference per her essence

Both colluding to connive

 

So, it was time to track each other after Facebook

He said he lived in Takoradi

So she left Tema to visit her Facebook buddy

It was a weekend of intro and familiarization

It was for stimulation and adaptation

It was to lead to a possible intimacy

It was to lead to a future nuptial ceremony

 

She chose to sit close to the window

With her handset fixed close to her earlobe

With anticipation plainly written on her brow

She praised her luck

She had found such a dear

She had begun speaking to him from takeoff…through speed off

Ear witnesses feigned interest…but were actually envious

She laughed over trivia…to quench her emotional thirst

 

Just as the bus passed by the castles of Edina

It began to rain cats and hyenas

That was when she lost the electromagnetic signals in her iPhone

 

“Hello”

He wouldn’t hear

Her Facebook dearie

“Hi”

He wouldn’t answer

Her Facebook darling

 

But he was answering face to face to another

— a homebird

— a homegirl

A homebird wading through the raging deluge

A homebird seeking a warmly manly refuge

A homebird escaping the cold chilly night soon to engulf

 

Several beats of her heart missed

“What a rainy mess!”

The drops continued in torrents

And her heart enveloped by a torment

 

The bus completed a descent deep into the West

Then it screeched to a halt in a moment

“Last stop”

That was the bus conductor’s last announcement

 

None but four hovered in the bus

All else were alighting in a rush

She was unsure where to rush

Where was she to head in the rain?

Why, all her calls were transmitting in vain

All four saw she was in pain

It was tears that expressed her pain

Then, one offered to lessen her pain

 

That was a tearful weekend

At the home of her Good Samaritan

It was a whole weekend spent in Takoradi

With no sign of her Facebook cherie

 

It was a thousand and one calls sent

Not one of them got answered

He was still answering to the homebird…with tweets and with treats

It was all calls and tears galore

Until Monday morning blues

 

On blue Monday she returned to Tema

Clothed in a high pitch gloomy fever

A call came through…on her way home

“The impudence of a caller!”

 

She looked down her handset…with eyes turned sore

It was the only number she suspected

It was the only number she dreaded

“Oh this contemptible number!”

 

She mustered all the will in her strength…all the strength in her will

She deleted that despicable number

“Never again!” was her resolve

Never again to be on a wild blind chase for love

“Never!”

 

That last time

Was the last time

She would book her face

On Facebook

 

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