Friday, April 17, 2009
Girl in White on Friday Morning
This morning, I saw a pretty, petite princess in a short, white fairy frock, gracefully gliding up the GIJ street. Her delirium-dress swayed sensuously this way and that, with every metered step. She ferried a fine pair of white sandals with several flirty straps on her delicately-drawn legs and feet. And, she graced the delightful skin on her neck and chest with a set of frosted-glass beads. Just when I’d looked for and found the sparkly white band in her hair, a taxi cab came up behind me, and rudely tooted to move me on.
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You observed all them details in like what...5 seconds? A man after my own heart!!
ReplyDeleteHow terrible the taxi destroyed your moment of pleasure Nana, lol. I hope you are a single man :-P
ReplyDeleteYes, Kiz, in all of 5 seconds. The eye of a writer.
ReplyDeleteNo, Adaeze, I just wanted a couple of seconds to register the telling details. And, I am not married, Adaeze.
ReplyDeleteI understand. I love how you see poetry in everything and everywhere, not to mention you're so good at savouring all the little moments in life. Hey - I have to ask, is that you in your new profile picture? I'm off work, I hope you have a peaceful weekend filled with tranquility and lighter feelings (referring to your comment on my blog not this post ;-))
ReplyDeleteThanks, Adaeze. You're very kind. And, yes, that's me in the picture.
ReplyDeleteNana, this line: "She ferried a fine pair of white sandals with several flirty straps on her delicately-drawn legs and feet."
ReplyDeleteyes that line with "several flirty straps" makes me wish i "was there som!"
next time put on your harzard light to make the cab find it's own way!
but of course sometimes the quicker the experience passes the better! like fast and quickie to make you just wanting more!
hehehehe!
I see, Mr. Asiedu that your mind has not lost any of its naughtiness... Nice to read your writing again.
ReplyDeleteYes, Novisi,I agree. It's best to let the scene be fleeting, so you can embellish it with memory and imagination.
ReplyDeleteThanks, for reading, Asamoa. Waiting on you...
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