A Remembrance

SUNDAY MUSING: The bamboos were dark... The sky was sombre, So also were everybody's faces.

 

The sunlight was ebbing,

I couldn't clearly see,

The banana tree,

The sky was turning dark,

And I had a misty feeling.

 

Ah! dear boy,how we sat,

On a mat,

With grandmother,

As the same dusk 

Was setting,

Years ago,

When I was a boy,

Like you.

 

The bamboos were dark,

In the setting sun,

We were waiting,

For mother.

There was anxiety,

As insurgency was

Raging on.

The sky was sombre,

So also were everybody's faces.

 

Then we heard a loud noise,

There was a blast,

Followed by the rattle of 

Machine guns.

Sometime later,

A neighbour reported,

Two had been killed.

But oh! Where is mother?

Hours later,

She returned 

With our tiny chaoba,

From the market,

But the fish,

She had bought,

Was dropped

In running Helter skelter.

And dear boy we missed,

Our much expected,

Sumptuous dinner

Which grandmother

Wished to give 

To her grandchildren

Who had gone

Without fish

For a long time.

 

First Published:Sept. 20, 2020, 8:44 a.m.

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