I am a slimy snail, slugging away indolently across a wet piece of wood in the month of April when the rains come down hard and washing away January and February’s transgressions.
I leave a trail behind me which contains pieces of me, my DNA and tales of my mistakes and misfortunes with human beings.
There was Alex, then there was Ted, Frank, and James. Before all that there was Ken.
Yet I loved them all but couldn’t keep either. The longest was Ken, who was also my first and in Alex, Ted, Frank, and James I was looking for Ken.
He was left with the biggest part of me and I need it back. I’m fading out, my shadows are whispering and my heart keeps knocking. I need all these pieces back before the mist clouds my eyes, my skin becomes grey, and my soul lifts off.
I tried my best in all these unions but trying is always never sufficient. Made supper, nursed their egos and gave them a good time like a lady is supposed to but like everyone else, I was inadequate, I was possessive, I was a crazy bitch and I burned Ted’s ex-girlfriend using hot water.
Maybe we try too hard when we are just supposed to live.
Photography: Mukiri Gitiri
Words: Dennis Peters
[Mukirivity– Ingenious art and text made comparative]