The Village Boy Poem by Golda C NjiribeakoAlexander

I have always been a city girl, no fault of mine
I always thought myself the best amongst my peers
I always got ahead of my mates in all my dealings
I thought I had my life all fixed and nicely settled
Until he crept into my life, this angelic being

“Could you lend me a hand with my wares? ”
Confused I stared at him wonderingly, “Talking to me? ”
“Yes, Miss”, he smiled at me, filling me with sunshine
I smiled back at him and stooped to lend a hand
“Thank you, Miss, ” he winked waved and walked away

Walking down the street a fortnight later, a Wednesday
A familiar voice behind me said, “Miss, how are you today? ”
I stopped to give a friendly word when he walked up close
He looked straight into my eyes, unflinchingly, saying
“Miss, I’d love to be your friend although am a village boy.”

My first reaction was shock, then admiration at his boldness
“I am a village boy and don’t have much to offer you, Miss”
“But the friendship of Christ I seek from you if you don’t mind, Miss”
I shook my head in wonder and laughed in amazing delight
For here I was been given the purest friendship by this angelic being.

Days have gone into weeks; weeks into memorable months
Of friendship so uplifting, I feel like am dreaming
For this village boy who gave me his unalloyed friendship
Has unwittingly given me the greatest gift in my lifetime
And that is the friendship of Christ; so clean and stainless.