By Emmanuel Narokobi

Love is such a dictatorship. Although the song and dance of the world today is democracy, you wont find anything democratic in the corridors of the heart. And so this lady continuously haunts me, she taunts me. I feel like dying, I feel like crying, but I just end up doing a whole lot of sighing. You know those heavy drawn out sighs so laden with emotion. You do it loud enough so everyone can hear you. ‘Oh what’s wrong?’ they ask. You reply ‘Oh nothing…well if you really want to know…it’s about a girl’….’ohh’ they all chime in. But who can help me but only her.

I’ve talked to people from Simbu to Sydney and no one can ease my plight. I feel like if it gets bad enough I’m gonna have to take that flight. It’s been a long time and my heart is aching. And this is not some imaginary thing like seeing a UFO and nobody believing you. I mean it’s not like I’m looking for love of the one night variety cos I do want to know her name. I’m going crazy cos I’ve got lots of pictures in my head and maybe I just don’t want to be lonely.

If only she knew that a wantok is thinking of her…

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