A Poem: You Broke My Heart
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A young South Sudanese girl poses with the flag of South Sudan
By Makoi Mayen Chienggan, Juba, South Sudan
After you broke my heart and
You went to look for greener
And wild pastures on the other Side
I decided to forget about you
You were no longer in my Thoughts, dreams, what I say
Or what I do.
I completely forgot about you
From the day your sumptuous
Wedding was held and
You and your husband
Paraded your wealth for the
Whole world to see
You were driven away in
A sleek limousine and
I was very happy when you
Greeted me in a style by
Throwing the red earth dust
Into my eyes so that I could
No longer see that love we once Cherished
You sped off in the direction of
What they called a Capital City
Capital City?
I was dumbfounded
Two things I do not know
Driving I do not know let alone
possessing a car
Capital city I have never been There
I only know of the capital of
Letter C or A or B
Then this first Sunday of
December you appear in
A dream and interrupted my good Sleep why?
Why this particular time?
Do you intend to torture me again
With your beautiful smile?
Can I call it witch craft?
You are so innocent a girl
You have never done it before
You will never do it
Can I call it double dealing?
But you have never been in that
Business. You know not how to
Double deal I know it
Can I call it being loose?
No it is the last thing you
Will ever do on earth here
I strongly believe you were
Deflowered on your wedding Night
What can I call it then?
Love? Why did you appear to
Me in school uniforms?
Does it mean you are being
Schooled now?
Why did you disappear without
Greeting me?
Like I always told you
Once I Love
I will always love
I am your best husband
You will never have
But if God WILL
You can be my dear
Wife even after having
Five children with another man
Can’t you remember when we
Took this oath in the dead of the
Night under that tree?
Those who will love me will
Only get a fraction of it
You consumed entirely my love
You are at the bottom of my heart
I Love You
But remember
Love once sold and bought will Never be
Like the love it used to be.
The poet, Makoi Mayen Chienggan, is a South Sudanese concerned citizen who can be reached via his email: mmayenchienggan@gmail.com
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