Old Days

Bats ran on opposite directions searching for mate Chasing each other across the skies Chilly evening, company anyone could contemplate Crickets too sung to the sundown melodies An old man sat outside his old hut Reminiscing his old days beside a blaze Eyes up as if there's something he was staring at then to the darkness he gazed A shadow appeared from the night Mkongwe acted as if he didn't saw him at all for he wasn't expecting any visitor tonight The intruder stood like a silhouette - very tall ''Evening comrade? '', the visitor greeted ''Evening too'', replied the host '' What has brought you here a friend I didn't expected? '' '' What else other than boredom and reviving memories lost ''I agree with you my dear friend Days of our youth where an eye was still an eye When our women could not pretend So faithful and could not lie'' ''Look at what so-called modernity has brought'' Mzee interjected very scornfully ''Teaching women what white men thought Our society has just been ruined fully