Everyday I find myself looking through the window of this three storey house, hoping to see him coming.
That tall figure, adorned with brown skin, very dark, shiny and curly hair.
His teeth, so white you'd swear he didn't have to brush it again.
His lips, full and slight purple resting perfectly with his straight nose and brown eyes on that oval face.
I see him everyday in my dreams for the past 6 months. The las i saw of him was when he was walking out of that gate.
A promise he made to me that day that clung to my chest.
A promise that day after he'd been struck across the face by my father, reason being he had nothing to offer or to take care of me and so our love was a joke.
A promise that he'll come back for me, for us rather. For both I and the angel in my tummy.
🖊️ Joannah Bature
