And we sat side by side
While you were busy
Typing in Power-Point.
A poem titled
�To my Friends and
Cronies around the world�
I ask for your permission
To read through
Which you said I should.
As I read through
I ask, what is this call? �
Pointing to the object
In your hand.
It is a mouse you reply.
Doesn�t it bite? I ask.
Then you smile
And turn to see
Who was sitting close to you.
I asked again, what is this?
That you�re typing on called
The keyboard you did reply.
I did ask some little funny questions
Which you did answer
With so much radiant
And smile on your face.
I did told you I was coming
To make enquires for training
So as to be computer literate
Just like you.
I did say you will be my trainer
When I register.
You did agree
I did tell you my name
And walked away
Promising to see more of you.
I never came to be trained
I came to see you and
To have a word
With this pretty lady
That I have secretly admired.
My little confession is
I sincerely admire you
Every time I see you.
You have that distinct quality
That I can�t ignore
But my stress is I am so shy a guy
Even though I so much admire you,
I feel ashamed walking up to you
Safe my heart this pain,
Can we have a date?
Pretty woman who store my heart.
�Nsikak Andrew, 11th July, 2007