DAY 47

JUST RANDOM

I open the door, step into the room,

Lie down back flat, legs on the table,

I look up at the fluorescent tube,

My vision is better; at least I can read what is written on the fluorescent,

I decide to change my line of sight willingly,

The movement of the fan captivates me,

I thought fans rotated clock wisely,

This is strange because mine is spinning the other way,

Anyway since I am actually jobless, I start counting how many revolutions per minute,

One, two, three... thirty-seven, thirty-eight,

My eyes start spinning,

I find myself in an awkward room, one I have never seen before,

I am wearing a tuxedo,

I see an expense list, wedding expense-list for that matter,

I am wondering, but how?

I keep hurting my head trying to go back in time, trying to catch up all I missed,

The door opens and he is also suited like me, he’s probably my best man,

He tells me there is no time for explanations,

But whatever happened to the Gambian, he’s meant to be my best man,

He answers: the Gambian got married last year,

I look outside it seems we are on an island, when did I acquire this?

I wear my wristwatch on my right hand now,

My roommate during my B.sc days is now a world bestseller,

Things have changed, but no one to explain to me,

Wow mum and dad are still healthy and alive,

So most of the guests at the wedding actually flew down to my island,

But when on earth did I purchase it,

On the way to the altar I see my younger sister, she whispers save journey to the moon,

Wow I guess that’s where honeymoon will be spent,

She’s wearing an engagement ring standing beside a friend,

I am not daddy but when did I approve of her engagement,

The year is twenty- fourteen,

So I lived pass the December 21st, 2012,

I finally get to the altar, procession starts,

Here comes the bride is being played, after all these years that song is still being played,

She is walked by an elderly man under a veil,

I guess that is going to be my father-in-law,

It is finally time to unveil her,

All of a sudden I am reciting fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five,

Arrrrrrrrrrrhhh, so I was hypnotized,

I am back on my NASCAR clothed bed, half dressed for a tutorial class,

Gosh I start fuming; it was only a day-dream,

Why?

I try hard to go back, but it is impossible,

Why didn’t God allow me unveil her, unveil the future,

I want to know who is under the mask,

Could it be one of those girls I once dated?

Maybe it was the black beauty from Trinidad and Tobago, I once dreamt of marrying,

All I need is just one more glimpse,

But the moment I see it everything will be ruined,

So I just have to leave FATE to decide.

This answers my once upon a time question,

If the PAST is HISTORY, what is the FUTURE called?

A MYSTERY!!!!!!!!!