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Mister Fisherman - I'm calling you out

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Mister Fisherman - I'm calling you out

Mister Fisherman - I’m calling you out! You of the Nilotic tribe, standing so tall and proud. You ran away from school as you hastened to heed the call of the Lake that shall not be named. You fought alongside your village men in the battle of Migingo – an Island that serves as the oasis of the wondrous Lake. You prided yourself in victory, But you miscalculated… The Lake you so treasured has been overridden by hyacinth (conveniently planted as some sort of a whacked experiment). The scientists of course have scattered back to their home country. And you…you’re left with your wooden boats, using bamboo for oars. Stealing mosquito nets provided by UN for the campaign against malaria, and casting them as fishing nets. Pathetic right? But not as pathetic as the fruits of your labour. So you got a little cash from your catch – Now you pride yourself as King of the Lake. You stay up all night to capture the big fish that quickly gets transported overseas… and you, what do you eat? You rush into Atieno’s kiosk and spend money on brewed beer, you laugh at your achievement and pick up women for show. Prostitutes abound- the ones you made when you told them without flesh there is no fish for sale. Your seed spreads far, your brats run about shirtless and shoeless… But you, you pride yourself in inheriting your late brother’s wife. Don’t you know why he is dead? It’s witchcraft you say… Your ignorance is astonishing. Tell me something Mister Fisherman… in your quest for luxury have you counted the cost? Of course not! You deem yourself above the rest. Your friends will drum at your funeral when you die from cold and disease. And your spawn that you so carelessly spread? They WILL run away from school to continue the family trade.
11/29/2012

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  1. Date: 1/19/2014 2:03:00 PM

    Good...

  1. Date: 8/18/2013 4:19:00 PM

    Nicely Done

  1. Date: 12/28/2012 6:34:00 AM

    Vicky, very impassioned "in the moment" well done! jimbo

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 10:07:00 PM

    Vicky, stopping by with my warmest thoughts~ my best wishes go out to you and your family. Have yourself a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year* Always & Forever ;-) PD

  1. Date: 12/21/2012 5:56:00 PM

    sighs, so true too often.

  1. Date: 12/15/2012 10:58:00 PM

    It is the trend through out the world and each region has its own story....beautiful woven poem. This age is known to us as Kali Yuga..post this period none other is mentioned in our Scriptures

  1. Date: 12/8/2012 4:20:00 PM

    An interesting write here Vicky; I see You are exploring your experience's And putting out from them:) 'have enjoyed and wish you all the best.."

  1. Date: 12/6/2012 5:27:00 AM

    OMgosh! {{speechless... You did this and did it well. I love it!

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 1:56:00 PM

    You never cease to amaze me, another moving piece! Disturbing, vital and profound. I admire your gift and drink in your words with enourmous satisfaction.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/2/2012 3:46:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Richard. The reality of the situation is very disturbing - and the cycle lives on.
  1. Date: 11/30/2012 12:41:00 PM

    A beautiful write Vicky. I really like it. Thanks for visiting my Tanka Demands of Love and for your heart warming comments. Best wishes. -Mohammad

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 6:48:00 AM

    this is awesome vicky....,well narrated.i enjoyed reading...and truly its an awesome poem!

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 7:39:00 PM

    This is a great story. I read it twice. I really liked it. And, didn't you win something not too look ago? Congratulations! Hugs, Holly

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 6:06:00 PM

    Enjoyed this creative write, my dear Miss Vicky... well done! Love and hugs, Jack

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 12/2/2012 3:48:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Jack!
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:49:00 PM

    Dynamic poetry! A tale of woe for all concerned... vividly described! Love it... Terry

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/29/2012 5:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Terry! I appreciate your comments.
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:47:00 PM

    Your a great story teller my dear Vicky. very much enjoyed... Michael

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/29/2012 5:10:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Michael!
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:32:00 PM

    An impressive write Vicky. It lets the reader imagine Mister Fisherman's and his world you have so masterly created for us. Is this for a contest? If it is, it reads like a win to me. Sending smiles, Connie

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/29/2012 5:00:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Connie!
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 7:44:00 AM

    wowser...so true I am sure men and their seed? rutting animals way too many of them..I saw Lincoln last night good movie..a bit like a documentory BUt all I could think was when the hell are we going to have equality under Universal Law for WOMEN??? Geeez it's 2012!! Light & Love [soup mail]

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/29/2012 7:51:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You're right...and it is 2012. Equality seems more of an illusion than a reality.
  1. Date: 11/29/2012 3:05:00 AM

    A gripping story / poem, which was interesting to read Vicky. - :) - Well done !!! Wish you a nice day - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/29/2012 7:49:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks Anne Lise!