Early Saturday morning of May 19;
I set off for the stream of Zoe-weehn.
There all the beautiful girls of Neekren sat,
washing as the young and handsome boys stood miles away and watched.
Then a stranger bumps his hard shoulder upon my tender chest.
So sorry, he said, “I am Youjay by the way”.
My little shining eyes crawled up his wide chest moving straight into his deep brown eyes.
His eyes then met with mine, causing a violent tsunami in my soul.
Night came but I couldn’t sleep,
For all I heard were echoes of his strong voice saying,
“I am Youjay”, as I pictured the look of his lips.
Crack of day, came a knock on my door
which I felt sought not entry to my home but my heart;
It was Youjay
“When we met I fell for you”,
Upon hearing his magical words of love
I then felt a hurricane brewing in my chest.
Youjay was one of a kind in Neekren village.
He was strong and hard-working.
Most of all, Youjay respected his elders,
Such a lucky girl I was.
I was young and so was he;
We lived with no other thoughts but to love each other.
During noon hours, Youjay and I walked hands in hands through the community,
Passing where the fountains mingle with the ocean.
We would together gaze at the mountains as they kissed the high Heavens.
The trees let go of their fresh green leaves as I let go of my tender heart,
Letting Youjay take control of my soul
In the arms of my Youjay;
Time goes slow and my breath is mellowed.
Having Youjay as my life partner was like sitting on Glaypor (God’s) throne of grace;
For my Youjay is an imperfectly perfect soul.
Youjay did not gift me flowers;
A native boy from Neekren knew none of these.
Although I never experienced LEC;
Youjay’s presence was the light of my life.
Unlike Water and Sewer, Youjay’s love flowed through my life non-stop.
Despite my palm thatch hut, Youjay’s companionship was as comfortable as a concrete building.
His eyes were the television I watched every night under the shining moonlight.
Youjay may not be all looks;
But I go for what is inside.
He goes with me to see my sick grandma,
Youjay has immense love for my ma;
Youjay takes care of my tender heart;
Made of soft satin, of delicate silk.
My Youjay is irresistible;
My body dances to the sound of his touches’ beats.
The way he talks,
The things he says,
His adorable smiles,
That run ten miles.
What a delight, knowing that it’ll forever be Youjay and I.
Authored by Josephine Horace
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