The Chasing Ground of the Credentialed Hunters
By: M Sahr Nouwah- The Hunter S Grandson
Tags: Marriage, Short Story, Relationships, Refugees

The Chasing Ground of the Credentialed Hunters

A Poem

Photo by Rishi Deep on Unsplash

Years ago, grandma told me of the earth’s end,

A place far from ours,

Long after, when she was far gone to ancestral land,

I have visited this earth’s end.

The nights are lonely,

The place has its beauty in the dark,

And for a man like me,

I spent my hours indoor,

Escaping the lonely shores of the sea,

Melting in the lonely silence of my room.

The fear and the pressure allow me only to be home,

Secretly, I dare venture to a club with some friends,

Silently, we entered the club,

And there we were standing,

Enjoying the boom, boom of western music,

It’s a black nation, I thought!

As the sounds melted in my soul,

Overlooking from a top stair,

This strange lady appeared,

Only to engage me in a conversation.

We talked, while the boom, boom was still melting my heart,

And there her voice so desired asked for my number,

With limited urge to refuse, I gave it long before I thought about it,

And hers entered my phone with a speed she mounted.

The nights were long and booming,

Melting my soul while I melted my throat,

And for a while, she was missing in the crowd,

My eyes, firmly searching long suffered to spot her again.

Then, another lady dearly invited our presence,

We refused but went and stood by her; unknown,

Innocently, she approached and engaged us in a chat,

We responded and welcomed her without knowing,

Cunningly, she was looking for a refugee,

I, though look like one, was far from one,

But my lies, told as an escape, could not be told as usual,

Instead, I made myself a holiday tourist.

The chat starts with acquaintance,

Then, comes a hardcore discussion,

Invading privacy as if there was none,

So badly wanting to catch,

But none of us so interested.

I am stimulated but not elated,

I am humanly moved but not convinced,

My love already belongs,

to that outstanding lady far away.

I am married I said to her,

I am married too, said my colleague,

She felt offended and therefore boasted of her credentials,

But the truth is, we are married!

Yes, we are married!

And for my lady of first encounter,

She is missing,

Our Phones surely will connect us the next day,

For this barrister lady, our urge melted in the unknown.

Softly and tenderly, came the next day,

we started calling each other,

She inquired and she got the right answers,

Then, she decided to back off,

As she needed a husband not a friend,

I, in my innocence, needed a friend, not a wife,

The center cannot hold, the split well deserved.

She hung up,

She called back later and lied,

Then I bluntly reminded her that it’s a trick,

And she knew the truth,

Politely, she went off again.

This lady, charming and uninterested as I was,

Now dearly knows that her wish is not possible,

Again, I called,

And then, she hangs off again,

This time, she annoyed the blood in me,

Never will I call her again.

Is this how it goes in the woods?

Without love, no friendship,

And women so drive the game,

While men either receive or made to pay.

My heart is golden,

My love is precious,

If I should lend it, it must be in a golden hand,

Here, far from home, love dies like vapour,

And often, men are the victim,

In my wisdom, never will I ever lend it,

Not even to the queen of this land.