Does He Come With A Manual Poem by Terryanne Chebet

In these days of a foldable querty keyboard
which you can stash in your shirt pocket
It's only natural that a manual comes with it
and when, me, with my infatuation of gadgets
My memory card reader, laptop, flash disk,
All came with a manual
which i love to spread out infront of me
and read it aloud, as part by part
I experience the new gadget.
And when I keep it away, i read, once again, or twice,
depending on how much am facsinated with the gadget
manuals...good things they are

So, in the same way
life is complex,
even though beauty is in simpiclity
and mystery is in the closet...
I loose my cool when I meet him,
in the club, over candle light dinner, on the dance floor for salsa,
I wonder, for I cannot read him

i am used to manuals you see
It keeps me grounded,
So, if he comes with a manual
Kindly,
give him my cell.