I woke up this morning,
remembered, Ha! it was you birthday!
i was to buy you something,
was it a pair of red running shoes...hmm?
...i forget.
I was to forget you were tired - so you said,
of my running round behind your back.
I was to forget that grave accusation,
borne of evidence only you knew,
and to forget this happened,
the eve after i informed you,
my goats were readying to cross into your fathers land.
I was to forget your graduation in December,
your nephews baptism,
your aunt Nyamburas' wake.
the Ndakaini run in September,
all of it,
...i was to forget.
I will remember however,
to tell my friends not to come,
mother not to cook,
M'mudi not to bake,
Nagin not to forge,
tell them...to forget.
I will remember tomorrow,
to heed your request,
tomorrow!
i will banish my thoughts and tuck away the memories,
bury them and forget where i did.
Tomorrow!
i will get back,
to forgetting.
that i promise!
