And I saw an apple tree from my walk today
From afar, they appeared to have come out of a mold
But as I got near with my eyes fixated on the fruits
I could see different shades of apples on the tree
The apples aren’t all the same
Some apples have mottled red and green skin
Not so plump like the ones I see in the shops
Or in the story books that our teachers read to us years ago
But some have firm and smooth skins
I love eating apples.
I crave for the golden delicious ones
Many years ago, my only encounter with apples
Lie in the pages of the Oyibo books that saturated the curriculum
And I was taught that ‘A’ is for Apple
Yet I had never tasted any apple
Nor drank from its sweet flavour
I had never held one in my hands
The unknown became the desired
Right before me now are apples fresh from the trees
Reddened from the stem with crisp sugary tangs
No embellishments and no chemicals
These are apples that I fantasized
Apples that I dreamt about
Now, standing before me begging me to pluck them out
Red Delicious apples, Royal Gala apples
Crunchy, juicy and refreshing
Exotic fruity delights right off the tree
Submitted for The Daily Prompt – Dignify.
Peace and Love!
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