Wait!!!! , Before you start imagining two full lips in hot, amorous lock of passion. This phrase does not imply a deep long French kiss nor the brief but firm peck or the misguided lust of a lady waiting to douse the erotic flames within her scarlet bosom. It is about the longing in the hearts of people that walk past our shadows unnoticed, filled with suicidal tendencies because of the untold pains they have garnered from life ; the echo from the battered life that sits next to you in the bus. Each day the phrase “God! where are you” trumpets from the ashes of their pasts. Let me take you to a journey in one of those hearts and I am sure you will be ready to give many kisses to those who demand it from you each and every day.
She held a knife in one hand,
Tears pour ceaselessly down her face and pain flowed from her heart
She wanted to end it all, because she has been robbed of her dignity
Many voices clouded her mind, all of them calling for her attention.
-Her father left home when she was just a toddler; a voice that longed for a fathers loving touch cried within her.
-Her uncle deflowered her at twelve and he is still having her in his incestuous bosom nine years after. She has had to abort his incestuous seed twice. This strangely has released the fire of promiscuity within her that she has not been able to douse after many amoral encounters. She was so turgid with the weight of grief and emptiness that stick to her life like a limpet to a rock. In trying to ease the tension she visited a church in the hope of lasting relief, but the pastor also tried to get into her pants under the cloak of a clergy, he had his way once and she got pregnant. He could not afford to tarnish his well oiled reputation she had to resort to abortion. It was an easy way out, but the cry of the aborted lifes rented her heart almost blinding her vision of another day. She couldn’t see herself live to her another day. She raised her hands and with a powerful thrust, she buried the kitchen knife into her heart. She staggered and fell down into her own pool of blood. Face blurring, life ebbing away with passing time.
Alas maybe someone could have heard her battered heart as it faltered and skipped its beat. Maybe someone could have given her the kiss of life, drenching new life deep into her being. She could have sprung to life with a reassuring peck that could have brought the sun up on her shoulder. How many people are splintered and bleeding all around us? They need mouth to mouth resuscitation. Will you make your lips ready to give a long, life giving kiss that brings hope to their day? Please be on the lookout, the next time you hear a heart say to you. “Please kiss me”
