Silva Chege

My heart is a home, big enough for you and forever. If our love was a song, it would be the sweetest of ballads, with notes as high as the heavens themselves. Nothing in life brings me more pleasure than taking you in my arms and kissing your lips, the sweetest of them all.                                                                  ... I want to hold you close enough that my heart beats in your chest, and every fibre of my being intertwines with yours, reminiscent of veins in a vineyard. Like wine, with each passing day, our love gets richer and tastes all that much sweeter. When I’m with you, life is always a glass half-full.                                                       ...

While everyone around him was buoyed by delirious joy, Idris couldn’t help sinking deeper and deeper into himself. He felt wretched. Idris felt like the proverbial black abyss was swallowing him up. But, as much he wanted to drop down to his knees and let out screams and cries of pain – he couldn’t. To do so would amount to treachery. And such treachery would be dealt with by mob justice. Vicious mob justice. Instead, Idris had to eke out a smile and feign happiness – an almost alien emotion to home now. While on the surface he was surrounded by so-called friends, allies,  people  just like him, in truth, appearances can be deceiving – Idris was all alone. Hauntingly alone. Such a feeling was as familiar to Idris as the whirs and burrs of his own inner workings. Then, just as the shrieks and whoops of delights around Idris were about to crescendo to a deafening roar, the crowd suddenly went silent – SHE was taking the stage. As SHE opened her mouth to speak, heads snapped f...

Our limbs were like instruments, playing in time to the urgency of beating hearts. While the bed beneath our bodies was the backing track to our lovemaking. Like a crescendo, it just kept on rising until the climax left us… breathless. You always fall asleep after we have sex, and I can’t help but watch you. As I do so, I become hypnotically familiar with every inch of your perfection. Your skin, a blackberry hue, still sheened by sweat, glows under the caress of moonlight reaching in through the window. And it makes my heart bloom. Shrouded by darkness and concealed by lids, the shine and sparkle of your eyes still radiate through, and like a sun, draw me into their orbit… embracing me with, warmth. Your lips; velvet soft, honey sweet, lay perfectly upon your face… full, delicate, tempting me like the apple tempted Eve. You’re an addiction I never want to beat. I crave you like desert craves raindrops. One glance at your fingers sends memories of pleasure coursing through my bo...