'What is your Greatest Fear' by Fu'ad Lawal

What is your greatest fear?” She asks him.

Silence.

She asks again.

A longer silence follows.

“Nakedness,” he says finally.

“Nakedness? Not even death or failure?

He laughed. “Why should anyone fear death when its inevitable? Failure on the other hand is like a spice that makes the final victory taste even better. Sometimes though.”

“So tell me, why nakedness?”

“Oh? Secrets?”

He nods.

She sits up, looking more interested.

“Why don’t you just get it off your chest once and for all?”

“You think its that easy?” he laughs.

She nods.

“People are not so understanding or forgiving. There is no way to clothe what you’ve laid naked. There’s no turning back on doing such,” he explains.

“Isn’t that what clothes are made for? Clothing nakedness?” She presses further.

He simply smiles. And then speaks again.

“Take off your clothes. Walk down this road,” he says as he points than the busy street from their table at the open-air restaurant. “And walk back. Put your clothes back on. You might be comfy in your clothes but you will always been known as the one who walked down the street naked.”

There is no way to clothe what you’ve laid naked.

Fuad Lawal is a poet and copy writer. He blogs at rebelliousflash300.wordpress.com. Follow him on Twitter @rebelliousxiv

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