Wanting a Cook
Wanting to cook
the catechist refuses to use fire
because every fire smells hell
She made for herself
A snow ball with a core
Inside was hot red charcoal
“Possibly I will now cook”, she murmured
But hot charcoals melt away snow
Face to face she was with fire
The rejected became her master
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2018
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