My Golden Knight
published:
Sunday | June 15, 2008
Clad in a black and white top I saw him near the exit.
I was looking for a friend but he could more than fit.
I admired his golden, strong face and longed to touch it
He met my gaze and gave me a smirk that took away all my wit.
Give me a cue, I begged,
But not one did he shed.
But I decided to go over and stand behind him anyway. A certain guy who I guessed was his friend said, "You want to sit?" while patting his thighs.
"No thanks," I replied, and turned to face my 'Golden Knight', who seemed to have golden hair also, neatly plaited straight back. The guy touched me again.
"What?" I asked, getting irritated, then my 'Golden Knight' turned around.
"Leave her alone nuh," he said.
"Why, she a yuh girlfren?" the other guy asked.
I waited and waited then I heard the weak "Oh" from the other guy. My thoughts were interrupted when the crowd cheered with anticipation as the last race was about to start.
"What did you say?" I asked. He then whispered in my ears.
"You are my girlfriend, have you got a problem with that?"
Leaving a ticklish effect I could barely shake my head in reply, meaning, 'No, my Golden Knight'.
He pulled me towards him, then drew back his head with a questioning look when he realised I had on a green blouse.
"For support of the school I attend," I assured him, and then he pulled me towards him even closer.
I tried to concentrate on the race but he occupied my thoughts and became more interesting to watch. I looked at his hair and wondered if I cut and melt it if I could make jewelry with it. He had a much bigger and thicker body than my little 'chicken body'. He was probably an athlete. I guess I love them this way. When my team won the race, his friend cheered, not really for my team but because my team seemed to have stressed out their rivals on the tracks.
As soon as the race was finished people started to leave the stadium, then I wished I'd met him earlier. Afterwards I saw my cousin, heading towards a nearby exit. "Please don't let them leave so soon," I pleaded with God, but they continued anyway.
"Bye," I told my 'Golden Knight'. I began to go down the stairs hoping to hear him say 'Oh, wait I don't even know your name.' But I did not hear him even if he was calling out to me.
I caught up with my cousin heading towards the parking lot and I told Sasha, one of my closer cousins, that I'd just met a cute and strong guy who once attended KC, but I don't know this name much less his contact number. I searched the crowd exiting near the gate where he was, but there was no sign of him.
We'd reach the van and was stuck in traffic. A number of young people walked past the van heading in the direction of New Kingston, and I hoped so much that he could be passing by but I hoped in vain. I tried to cheer up myself by watching 'Over the Edge'. Maybe this was how it was meant to be, I consoled myself.
When we almost reached Spanish Town, Sasha reminded us of our three stars that were right beside each other that we used to stare at every night, and I looked up and said, "You look ever so bright tonight, goodbye my 'Golden Knight'."
- Kerry Ann Lindo
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Nature
When we are free
There are so many things
We take for granted,
Like mountains, rivers
Trees and flowers
Haphazardly planted.
Like sunrise and sunset
And warm summer rain,
Pretty black women
With laughing black children,
Total absence of pain.
Oh I long
To see the rising
Of a big, bold, exquisitely beautiful
Deep orange full moon
Emerging
As if from the depths of the ocean,
Shimmering
With stars around it,
Glittering
Lifting from the horizon
With the cool gentle breeze,
Bringing
The scent of salt and fish,
And oh, I wish
To be there soon.
Can you imagine
How it feels
Not being allowed
To take a very early morning stroll?
To have everything dictated to you,
Having absolutely no control
Over what and when you eat or drink,
Constantly vigilant of what you say or think,
Having no choice of what you wear,
Living with a permanent sense of fear
Of one thing or another,
Never knowing who is truly your brother,
And realising how very few people care.
Oh, I want to hear
The crickets, the owls and the frogs again
And the numerous other night noises I can't identify.
