The
Terror at Dusk by Orawo Olave (OOGAM)
The dusk
had dawned, but a little bit too early,
She could
swear high up above she could see the moon,
Just when
yesterday promised today would bloom,
All of a
sudden, too bright for a night in that little room,
Could it
be the rapture?
Her heart
thumped to the beat of a prayer she whispered,
The
deafening noises ensured her hope was withered,
Her
pretty bundle might wake scared she feared,
In the
confusion of a long night she slithered,
A little
courage might get her through.
Devastated
by the quick peek just outside her window,
She saw
no signs at all of a probable rainbow,
The
application to live, for a minute she wanted to withdraw,
But the
innocence that lay still in bed hit her like a blow,
Win one
victory for two wars fought
Flashes
of headlines filmed quick through her tight eyelids,
She saw
it happen, never thought to witness it in clear bits,
A friend
told her about it, now the missing piece fits,
It was no
longer a tale told, on unwrapping of sweets,
God
existed now more than ever before.
A bang on
her door, froze her adrenaline,
Then a
breaking glass heat it up, her life was on the line,
As she
ran to grab pretty, it was too late for a fine,
Men…three
in number, she was sure it wasn’t a sign,
The end
of time was here.
‘Spare my
little one!’ she pleaded in broken tones of distress,
She
should have hushed because they cared less,
One
bullet in her head, his best shot like a game of chess,
Another
little bullet, in pretty’s little head…God bless
In peace
they rest, mother-daughter.
Then it
was calm, the dust settled and the sun scotched but the stench of gun powder made
a mix with smoke. Land of thousands deserted in just a night. I stepped out of
the closet and went out to publish my terror story as it had all happened
before my eyes.
Message
from OOGAM
I grew
tired of telling the government to emphasize on security matters. I can’t work
for the intelligence service either. The journalist I am will only tell you of
the tragic tales. Wait…what should I do
to be safe, but above all, what shall I do for a brother too?
My heart goes
out to the families of all those who lost their loved ones in the Mpeketoni
Attack on 15th June, 2014.
This blogpost was prepared by Orawo Olave. You can view more of her works here. This is her when expressing herself with just 140 characters
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