Doctors’ Report on Our Love

This is a short story of an impossible love which is neither theirs nor the doctor’s but their blood genotype. He tries to explain the reasons as said by the doctor hoping she would understand.

 

You know that I need you

Like hearts do blood

But…:

Don’t ask me “why the but”

For genotype forbids us

Passion yes do,

But… for our kindred sake

Doctors say;

Let’s make this union fake.

 

Please buy and stop this fight,

You’re my air, girl, I breathe you

But…:

Stop picking and throwing dishes at me

Just let defiance go

Defend our honor, protect no pride

This good advice I hate too

Doctors say;

Let’s make this union fake.

 

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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