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That Black Shoe

January 1, 2016 - Heart matters, In Love, Tenderness
That Black Shoe

How I loved the days I wore no shoes
The times I had no clue of what suede or shoe polish was
Days that there was only the washing of bare feet
No thoughts on the colour of socks to match the shoes

However, call it globalization, urbanization, modernization
Call it growing up – A foreign thing turning out to be a native’s household item
So I slowly got down to learn
Because the future seemed bleak for people without shoes
It seemed inevitable

So I started to think it all up
Which colour?
Which make?
Which brand?
I was blank

So when I went window shopping
In the many stores, I found many shoes
Rubber shoes, gumboots, slippers
None got to excite me

But on entering the second last store on the street
I landed on that black shoe
My eyes twinkled, my face brightened
My blood in my arteries raced through my body

Though I was short of funds
I knew I had to have that black shoe
I could think of nothing else
I was sure on this one thing
It was what I had been looking for all my life

So I slept that day
Fearful that by the next day, I would find it gone
And I woke up at 3 am waiting for the footwear store to open its doors at 0730 am
A talk with the owner of the store was critical: A matter of life and death

“Store-owner, I have no money but I need that black shoe
I have no job, but I need that black shoe
I don’t know how I will pay, but I need that black shoe
The only thing I know is that I need that black shoe”

And with a blank, puzzled look, the store-owner smiled at probably the most naïve thing ever said
And he asked “Why?”
The refrain of my song rang again:

“Store-owner, I have no money but I need that black shoe
I have no job, but I need that black shoe
I don’t know how I will pay, but I need that black shoe
The only thing that I know is that I need that black shoe”

Though I was serious, it took me by surprise
The store-owner gave me the shoe with its pair
But on one promise
I would keep the shoe just as new
That no other shoe would get into my feet
Just that black shoe

And I loved the more the day I found that shoe: That black shoe
Photo credits:
(1) Brandon Baunach via photopin (license)
(2)
12th St David – Fino Shoes
via photopin (license)

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