Rain and Flood

RAIN AND FLOOD Raining all through the night, Mum and Dad kept busy wading water . Soon, the flood overflew the wooden bench we Sat on. And nowhere was Safe again. Soon again, The cock crowed crookedly. He too was drenched in Rain and flood. Daybreak We must go to School. We walked through the flooded Streets, groping to school. We couldn't go through the Pako Bridge. We turned to the New Bridge. Standing and looking into the school, flood was everywhere. Only the headmistress and the Teachers groped in the flood Waving us back home. Heavily drenched in rain and Flood, my teeth knocked In drumbeat against one another, rhyming with the rains. All Babies, all children cried, Walking back home. My sister strapped me on Her little back. Nylon bags, dustbin, human Waste, animal dung floated on the Flood. Amidst staccato of crying voices; Kids’, children’s, Adult’s, Africans’… anarchy was loosed upon Nigeria AKUDOLU IGNATUIS akudoluignatius@gmail.com