Blank Mail

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Blank mail is a Storywink’s love poetry that focuses on self-confidence. No matter the way we feel, it will be meaningless if we keep it to ourselves.

On the island of Bamuro, words are held far above food and medicine. It was believed to have kept the island in one piece since its creation by its ancestors. And only a man with astonishing words would be able to win a woman’s heart. It is a custom to share a word or two with a neighbour daily for the sake of unity.

Tim has been a defaulter since inception. Even with the advent of the ‘telepaso’, a communicating device, he couldn’t keep up.

While jogging on the field this faithful day, Tim met this lady who voluntarily handed him a note containing her telepaso digits. He hasn’t been able to get this opportunity for a while now because he was weak with words but promised to break this spell at all cost tonight.

He sat down on his depressing bed as he figured out the right combination of words to send to her, for this is a grand opportunity for him to let slide away so easily. He knew that the morrow won’t count when the day becomes a waste. He toiled with his telepaso for several hours till the late of the witching hour. He sighed over and over again and finally sent a message. He looked at his pillow and said to it:

Blank Mail

I am extremely frail.

Why did my keypad become ice-covered?

I hunted for words but void became a language I could understand.

Words of stimulation ran out through the window,

And the means of expressing the petite I had turned unviable.

Soon, my heartbeat broke the long silence,

My eyes only focused on motionless words-

So blurred for an owl to see.

Time became an enemy,

She never stopped ticking on and on.

I sighed over and over thinking she could help me out,

But all I could get was her annoying tick, tick, tick.

A pal I hopped on that betrayed me,

She is cruel and heartless; emotionless to the core.

The grace became a flash,

For the chance begat a dark mystery for my imagination.  

I was loaded a while ago,

How the words ran off was still a mystery yet unfolding.

I was not very wise, for I know not how to hide this feeling,

I can read this all over her face; she loves me

And I love her the same at first sight.

But, what was there to say when all is blank?

I am a fella without the words,

Will she accept me for me?

O, my heart is crying out for failure,

My fear was invoked by her beauty,

And the words are not coming forth to my wits.

If I had written,

What could’ve been her reply?

O, poor me, I am such a fool.

Is this how love hurts?

Why must expression be this complicating?

I cherish this grace so much to let it go;

I love her so dearly,

Even more than words can say.

I have never felt like this before,

But don’t know how to converse to her heart.

Words, o words; shame on you.

I do hope she interprets the blank mail I sent.

His words fell down low and soon kissed the pillow goodnight. The night fell and the sun rose in the morning with the brand new day. Bamuro still remains the same. Tim woke up to find those words he said to his pillow on the dashboard of his telepaso not posted. It would have been the chance to make amend, but it was too late. So, he hissed off and prepared for his regular early morning exercise.

Some hours later while he was chilling under a shed, Mika anxiously stopped by to join him. His heart almost tore out of his chest when she sat down so close to him.  

Mica said, “You spent almost eleven hours sending me a blank mail. That’s strange, I am keen to know what went wrong, For as we speak, it still shows here on my telepaso, thinking of words…”.

Tim was unable to say a word but quickly sneaked out his personal telepaso to delete the word. It was a very disappointing moment as Mika snatched his telepaso to read the words. As a gentleman, he didn’t complain and allowed her. After reading the words, Mika smiled with tears rolling down her cheek. Then she said, “I love you!”

Tim smiled with his eyes facing her lips. He wasn’t sure of what would happen next, but certainly, the ‘I love you, too!’ will change a lot of things. Then he let it out, “I love you, too!”

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Olusola Butler

I write a lot, on everything and anything. I am that ordinary guy with a whole lot of good to offer. I love art, music and poetry.

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