You lit  me up… the wall flower in the party.

That was in 1995.

You thought I had great style  but was too shy for the world to notice…so like  an onion, you peeled my timidity; peel by peel until you found my self  confident core.

Kwambie.

You saw me through the dry spells life bequeathed me.

You were always a phone call away. Like 911…. I could count on you to be by my side any time of the day, whatever the weather.

You took a lock of my afro kinky hair and placed it  in a locket; promised to love me until my last grey hair.

My dearest friend.

But  we took the wrong turn….. somewhere you and I.

Could it be the day you insulted me on one of my facebook comments?

Or when I was envious of your newly earned promotion…your new beau who was miles ahead of my dream man that was still the figment of my imagination. When you said, ‘I do’, my envy almost turned your wedding dress green?

Or perhaps it was when your selfish self centred self would spend hours and hours on end on you without  even a  minute to spare to ask about me?

Or may be it was the many many missed calls that I  never returned… I became too engrossed in  myself….Unavailable became I?

Or  how inconsiderate you were when you laughed off my woes at the grind?

Insincere….. the last straw was your bad influence when you made me almost lose  all the values that define me.

A toxic friendship!

We fought…until we had nothing left   worth fighting for.

Boundaries. Demarcations. Fences divided us.

The free flow of friendship was never to be again.

First chance,. Second chance, Third chance. Until there were no more cards left for us to play.

Damn it…. 2005 I had to let you go.

 Peace and one love my friends. Here is to genuine friendships to the last part of the year and beyond!

© Kwambie  Nyambane,

September 2015