We Talked

We talked.
We walked.
We held a certain conversation.
In a certain dark night.
Darkness surrounded us.
Darkness swallowed us.
Darkness held us captive.
Our words floated in the dark night
Like jetsams of spent thoughts.
Yet we talked and walked together
In the dark night.

Your words sunk and settled deep in the heart.
I longed to steal a look on your face
But the dark night refused.
It was too dark to see anything.
Instead we talked and walked
Along the narrow path.
Talked about past things.
We talked of future things.
We shared our collective fears and hopes.
Maybe the distant stars heard our silent prayers.

Then finally we fell silent.
We stopped talking.
We almost stopped walking.
Suddenly there was nothing to speak of.
Instead the silent silence gave us a curious company, plodding us along the narrow path towards our undefined destiny while crickets and a million other insects murmured in a congenial agreement.

But I still remember that we talked.
But I still remember that we walked.
Together.
Many years ago..

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

The Business Card

Perhaps it was the dog eared edges
That failed to impress
Maybe it was the cheap paper printed on it
That made him skeptical
Perhaps it was the numerous colours splashed haphazardly across the card
That didn’t convince him
Maybe it was the title
That put him off

Claiming to be the managing director
of a briefcase entity
That imported, exported, distributed, serviced and manufactured everything under the sun
That convinced him otherwise
Ah. The business card.

Casually proffered
Like an after thought
And casually taken and flipped into the shirt pocket and promptly forgotten
Never to see the light of the day
How many business cards suffer this fate?
Hummh. The business card.

© Ayoub Mzee 2012

The Unspoken Word

Long after
the conversation
is long dead,
Long after the
embers of the fire
have stopped
flickering
and only the ashes abound,
You’re bound by the nagging realization that, after
all, the story is quite not yet finished.

Something was not entirely said.
Something was not spoken.
A vital truth thus was hidden from your intent ears.
A word lies,
there in a lie, unspoken.
The unspoken word…..

It is this unspoken word,
Hanging in the room,
like a mysterious aroma,
or like wanton fiend
from a field,
unknown to you
but known to him,
cleverly hidden in that low intonation,
Masterly concealed in that sly simile in the smile,
Craftily cocooned in that understanding look,
Cunningly parceled in those regular silences,
That vex your intellect.
That matters most.
The unspoken word….

Most never pick
up the mind games,
But the discerning ones will always, and will reach
and try to wrench the
unspoken word
festooned in
a friend’s psyche
and reveal
its contents in day light.
For it is in this unspoken word,
that the painful truth resides.
For it is in this unspoken word,
that the true sentiment lives with her regimen.
For it is in this unspoken word,
that possess all the answers. grudgingly…..

How many a lover had wished to hear this unspoken word spoken, And thus gain an illegal entrance
into her unguarded heart and mind and steal her
secrets,
And his magic spell would commence
to wow the lass with his potent lover’s guises.
Every wily dealer never says all,
its the buyer to find out how much he’s been
cheated.
Every mistress worth her salt,
never tells all to her conniving master, he must cleverly know on his own, if he has anything between his two ears.
Every skilled politician, leaves a lot of unspoken words
hanging in the air, like menacing dark clouds, or marauding pack of ungrateful vultures,
cycling high above, ready to swoop down and vanquish the sorry mortals.

This unspoken word is power.
Evil power.
Good power.
What’s your decree?
Words fail us miserably.
There are somethings in your chest that words can’t adequately describe. Even scribes can’t script the truth of that emotion
properly.
Hear with your ears, but most importantly, listen
with your eyes.
Look with your eyes, but most crucially, see with
your heart.
In this way, the countenance of your friend’s
inscrutable face,
Will never hide anything from you even if he never speaks that elusive word.
You’ll surreptitiously catch the lier in his lies’ lair
without uttering a single word.
Unfortunately, what fails to be said is usually
what’s important.
Alas the unspoken word!

© Ayoub Mzee 2012