Year Three

What does one do with a man who fits the floor with wearied socks and jeans.
What does one do with a man whose mouth will never tune to mushrooms or fennel.
What does one do with a man who constantly points out, in a maddeningly accurate fashion, that I procrastinate.
What does one do with a man who nags and nags and nags me to write The Book.
What does one do with a man who tsks tsks at my cussing?
What does one do with a man who forgets to put the milk away?

What does one do?

except to

Thank God

for everyday

with a man

who fits the floor with wearied socks and jeans,
whose mouth will never tune to mushrooms or fennel,
who constantly points out, in a maddeningly accurate fashion, that I procrastinate,
who nags and nags and nags me to write The Book,
who tsks tsks at my cussing,
who forgets to put the milk away.

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saaleha

I am a writer and photographer (look up my work on www.shootcake.com) based in Johannesburg, South Africa. I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes. My writing accolades include winning the 2014 Writivism Short Story Prize and the 2020 Ingrid Jonker Poetry Prize for my debut collection, Zikr.

8 thoughts on “Year Three”

  1. Yeh, he is doing a good job that hubby of your’s…. he better keep on nagging about The Book! πŸ™‚

  2. Happy anniversary πŸ™‚ May Allah grant you many many many more πŸ™‚

    But now, the predictable question:
    when are the little ones coming? πŸ™‚

  3. For such a wonderful woman, I couldn’t have asked for a better man! Hope you have many more, interesting years filled with lots of love

  4. You continue loving him, knowing that you love him for it.

    May Allah keep you & Naeem happy-we’ll look forward to reading The Book & the 50th anniversary post Inshallah πŸ™‚

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