The uncertainty

Having juices in the board is a big deal,
I only meet fridges when visiting blessed friends,
I agree we foot to and fro the market,
We wash clothes daily off dust by the vehicles,
But my love, will you leave me for this?

They know all my clothes from trousers to shirts,
How will they forget my only pair of shoes?
My Sunday best, work attires to many,
I fear the campus bashes since I seldom contribute,
But my love, will you leave me for this?

I take longer than the set time in meeting you,
Hiring an uber might cost my monthly supper,
I must wait for the conductor To let the bus go,
Simply because I’m not that tall financially,
But my love, will you leave me for this?

I’ve been avoiding your visiting to my room,
The condition there is never pleasing,
The room is almost empty, only old bed,
I don’t wash my floor since it will turn muddy,
But my love, Will you leave me for this?

I have a dream that all will be well soon,
Remain with me all the time,
I’m sure this life will once tick,
Attention, impression, affection and perfection you deserve,
But my love, Will you leave me for this?

By Patrick Mutinda,
The writer.