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With utter dismay
I sank my red eyeballs 
Inside a dust filled pillow
I wept for her profusely 
I wept for my love 
For my love is still sick
Fourty five moons after

It was  fourty five moons
Still,, she stay glued
Still, she was without movement
Paralysis crept into her
From toe down the head
She was a living corpse
She was stroked with stroke

The sickness diagnosed
Drugs and remedies found at last
But the in-house parasitic rodents
And the foreign greedy wolves
Would let loose heavens
If my love is revived from the sickness
Why? We all echoed !!

Why not? They replied firmly !!
Looking terribly mean like a wolf whose
Prey is about being freed
She is our prey !!!
They roared like a wounded lion
She shall be ruined by debt
She shall thirst only sorrow 
She shall die of hunger
She shall continue to swim in misery
Even amidst plenty and many
They laughed whimsically   

Fear garbed my nakedness
With cold and fever
As I shiver and quiver
I lift my head off the pillow
Tears seized my eyes
As I sight her still in trauma 
Why would they do this?
Where are they? I queried 
Where are the wolves and rodents?

But for how long will 
I weep for my  dying love?
For how long will 
I gnash my teeth in pains still on earth?.

On the bull of struggle
I shall take the horns
My kinsmen I shall rally 
Against the rodents and the wolves
We shall wrestle power 
To restore my love back to life
Where we can raise her from the lower
Only to up there in the towers. 
  




Alayande Stephen. T 
27th of October
9.00am

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