04/05/2026
The call from yours, though very uncalled for, I obeyed in the respect of tradition.
On a sunny day, the rain cried that I should not, but to honor you, I defy the warning.
So, the rain in a sudden short of release,
said I should take a hault after the cheque.
I wasted that knowledge, I defied it...
All I wanted was keep my words, my honor.
On my way from the honorable escapade of honor to honor, to Maraba, one of the lenses of my glasses took a mysterious walk from the frame. A pair of glasses that I had in my hands
Confusing confusions crept in everywhere. I remembered the words, beautiful words of my colleague. "Any sign of doubt in your mind, withdraw"
I didn't, I gave myself positive vibes
I wanted to be the man everyone wanted.
8th August, 5:30am everyone is all dressed up, ready to go.
One move to the door, a thunder of rains.
I questioned my journey; "Am I on the right path?", I asked my thoughts.
Are we on the right path?
"Should I call this off?"
"is this worth it?"
Calls from the devil' factory interrupted the questioning thoughts.
"Should I call this off?"
No, I can't. I have told friends, involved family, the world was in the know, I can't embarrass my dignity.
I turned the warning sign to be a blessing from God. I was going to get married and that was the best day of my life.
The rain stopped and I went on; we went on
Sweet journey, all jokes, all laughters all the way.
This is Maraba Jamal,...
The rain that gave no sign, heavy rain, sturdid rain says GO NO FURTHER
The rest of the story is for another day...
