LOOK UP

An opposite gender is no warrant to perceive me differently neither is it a leeway to frantically go wild in imaginations and undress me in your thoughts. Listen, when I speak look up. If you can afford it, stare right into my pupils. Try to internalize my emotions. And if by chance you wander, then wonder at the features expressed in my face. Try to decipher the deepest of feelings that I intend to convey you, but kindly refrain from focusing on any part below my shoulders. If I be a lady, my bosom and its hills are no scenery attraction landmarks. They are a private property.

Look up from your silly indulgence when I talk to you. I promise I can offer better company than your gadget. I may not be of a striking beauty than the portrait or picture that has so much won your attention but I swear on my dignity that a smile and sensible word from me shall resound echoes in your memoirs many years. I want to know you, I want to feel the attitude in your voice when I rub you the wrong way and the mirth in your eyes when I flirt with you.

A little slumber, a little folding of hands and poverty shall come rushing into your house. Be Conscious from the inertness. Sleep is an important thing and being in its state in presence of a stranger like me and in the absence of a bed is injustice to the natural phenomenon. These things I speak are of significance or maybe they are not; but the speaker is of significance. Would you rather forego the sleep than painfully lose your rest in the future seeking a hint, advise, instruction or company that you assumed?

I know I have a heavy afro-Nilotic accent. It is not by choosing but it is more of accidental that I was born Nilotic, would I have the chance to choose, Celtic would be the choice. I also know that my inflection is not palatable to your hearing. But are you in the best of clemency to lend me your attentive hearing? Trust me, the fact am trying to put across is more superior to the humour imposed by my accent.

Pardon me if the subject of conversation is sensitive to you. Pardon me if I dialled a wrong emotional button. Forgive me for persisting to form notions that you feel are unfair to your beliefs. But are you not aware that an emotionally clouded perception is biased in itself? You need your emotions as an alarm, but with all due respect our conversions needs your reasoning first then your feelings last.

So next time I talk to you, look up at my face. Don’t concentrate on my abs or my figure. Yes, look up from your phone and pay attention. Kindly fight the temptation to doze off to slumber land and leave me talking to myself. Please look up, assume my accent and overlook your feelings. Simply look up, listen then deduce.