Nyaga

In the bustling streets of Nairobi, stood Nyaga,

His heart like a compass, seeking love's saga.

Through twists and turns, he found a truth untold,

That some bonds, like secrets, remain tightly controlled.

As he pondered on passion, he stumbled to see,

A tale woven in walls of the embassy.

'No pictures allowed,' the sign did declare,

Much like love's delicate secrets, it was rare.

He realized then, with a bittersweet sigh,

Some romances, like visas, can't be caught by the eye.

Their essence, a puzzle, not meant to be shared,

For their sanctity thrives when veiled and ensnared.

Though he longed for the snapshots, memories to frame,

He learned of the beauty in love's hidden game.

For some connections, like embassies afar,

Thrive in the whispers, beyond the lens and the bar.