If Only
I boarded a bus and as I was about sitting down, I noticed that the person sitting next to me was so dirty. It was like he had just finished rolling in sand and dirt. I was so disgusted. His hands and body looked like he creamed with diesel oil or something. I loathed sitting beside him. I intended to change my seat but the other seats were occupied and I didn't wanna come down and have to wait for another bus. "another hustle and wahala" I thought. So I just sat still. Sitting there made my heart bleed. I didn't want him to stain or soil my cloth. I didn't want him to touch me or crumple my cloth. I just wanted my cloth to be perfect. My heart was crying. "Don't touch me! Don't come close! Don't let your cloth touch mine! Don't even let our shoulders touch!!" I kept shouting (in my heart). My heart was shouting and crying at the same time. Whenever he leaned forward, my heart would rejoice. But the rejoicing wouldn't last long as