SOMETIMES IN LIFE

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Not long, six years ago I visited you I was smelling I was whitewashed in rags My hair uncombed The qualities not your match A description of me by you Six years down the line Driving home after work this other day I picked up some passenger heading same direction A lady Greetings But her glance was disturbing Pulling over for her to alight Drama started "Forgive me, James! I remember you now!" "Is this masterclass Ford ranger, yours?" "James! You are this rich!" "God! Why did you let this fish slip off my hands!" "God! Nooooh!"