THE COTTON FIELD PART 1

IFY ARINZE

I sat and watched wondering how to make it through the lonely patch to the field.
The year of toiling alone the thought of whistling away a sad song of a dejected girl as I toil alone in the field with the unmerciful and inconsiderate heart of the noon sun seemingly jeering at my poor pitiful and lonely life.

And he appeared like a heavens sent, only the smile that was all I needed to make it through the day but no! I was to get more and much more than that, he was ready he was interested he volunteered to go the distance with me. I didn’t ask but he promised to be by my side. He would plough and toil the cotton field with me, he would be there to harvest the seed when they ripe and ……
So we set out to the cotton field together.

The birds were singing our union in their early morning songs, the grasses on the path waved in admiration and the way seemed shorter by every distance we covered my prince in front, with his matchet and hoe, his calculated steps, yet giving the best of rhythm to my passion laden eyes as he walked majestically with his king size built mind blowing!

We worked, we rested and we kept working, sometimes I sang as he admired, other times u laughed as I tickled ur sides the aim was to ease off the pain of work. Many times I caught you stealing glance at my waist as they wiggle when I walk, or was it my smile that is as bright as the morning sun, open your inner feelings for me for once.

And the noon came with prevalent scorching sun and heat and my whistling grew louder as I gave out the joy of my heart, was it to make the jealous sunlight more jealous? Should we stop working for a while and go under the shades and play?

The decision was just to come when they stormed the cotton field I was captured but I didn’t struggle. I was guilty and so I had to pay. I have always known that such time would come. but why then? When I was yet to make a bound with my prince charming, when we were still working on the cotton field what a wrong time it was?

I wanted to cry but I did not because I wanted u to know that I will be strong, I watched as tears dropped from your big brown eyes and flowed into my heart causing a big storm that is yet to quench. S they carried me very far away from u to a place you could not come.

How I missed you day and nigh!
It is been season now and here I am, alone and thinking how is the cotton field? And my prince do u still work on the cotton field alone? And the harvest, have u ever dreamt of us working together in the cotton field? Have u grown tired of waiting?
No! my prince wont do such I know he will wait patiently for my return that we may go back to our cotton field.