The dusty wind carried a scent

He wasn’t sure of what it was

Yet he took a deep breath

And filled his wide wrinkled nostrils with a dose of fresh dust

One would wonder why he was unperturbed by the dust

But the joy in his heart knew no bounds

He turned around and he saw her

The queen of his heart

She blew hard on the burning wood

She always found it difficult lighting the fire

This was her limitation

But it was his strength

So he hurried towards the love of his life

And held her frail hands to stop her from trying harder

He puts some more dry leaves on the burning wood

And he blew hard

So hard that he felt like a dragon

The soot covered kettle rattled a bit as the fire surround its little frame

She smiled at him sweetly

She might be imperfect to the world

But she was perfect for him

She was his sunshine

And his mission was to love her

To cherish her and make her smile till his dying day


 His shaky hands held her frail and aging hands

Oh yes! This was her husband

Sixty years with a man who made her smile

Challenges came…Challenges spoke

But together they united and fought the trials

An army they both were

A commander and priest he was to her

A leader in their home

A husband…a lover


He rose to his feet and pulled her up to hers

The dusty wind hit her hard

And she cringed

But still her heart was glad

Like a teenager, she walked into his warm embrace


Every scar on his wrinkled skin was a mark of victory

His strength she admired

Their seeds she cherished

A man of honor and sincerity he was

Sixty years had passed since she said yes to him

Sixty years of love and submission

And despite the death of two kids

They stood strong

United they stood

Forever one

By Sylvia Chika