Virtuous Woman…
She smiles when there is no reason to, just to convince me that she is happy even when she is not. She always tells me about the Lord, tells me that I have to quit my odd lifestyle. She never makes vain promises, hates seeing me in pain. She takes the blame for all my faults. Without her my life is a blur. I love how her fair hair matches my fur coat. She is a complex specie, her complexion is yellowish like fresh almonds, her face glitters like crafted Sierra Leone diamonds every time she sees me. Every time we debate I let my points abate before I abdicate as my will is to make her elate all the time.
In South Africa’s population she is one in 49 million, I would kill an army of a million Shaka Zulu warriors for her. After the war I would open up all the contents of my heart to her and tell her where my strength lies because she is far different from Delilah. She separated me from boys like a quality sieve, far different from Eve so with her the serpent is bound to fail. I hail her name with pride, I can’t wait to make her my bride and abide to her simple pleads. Before I turn my back on her I kiss her on the forehead. I can’t wait to introduce her to my forefather’s. No sex before marriage I let her remain a virgin until our honeymoon. That’s when I will passionately make love to her under a full moon. And taste the bloom of her pink lips. Clips of a happy couple will be shared via Spiritual Bluetooth by the angels of the heaven as a testimony to the Father that two soul mates have indeed tied the knot.
Her presence in my life is invaluable and she is more reliable than the terms and conditions of my furniture shop. She is an innocuous specie, she is more precious than pearls. She is far more expensive than rubies. Every woman is jealous of her and that makes me zealous of her. As she watches the stars at night I am presented with an opportunity to watch her blossom in our bosom moments. Virtuous Woman your truly are a blessing to me. I love you.
© Danny Mahaba
