Like every other day would have been, yet today was different…there was no chirping birds…the crows did not crow.the pines weren’t whistling, the dogs were barking towards the stream… What has happened to my beautiful city?!
The earth is covered in crimson red…my Foots are stuck to it’s place. Why is my heart pounding like the newly bride’s mortar?
The water from the stream is roaring and flooding my home! What has happened to my city?. There’s no sound of the melodious youth…
I listen to the far distance, I heighten my hearing, now I can hear wailing from afar…people are shouting and crying…
No!! I can’t bear it any longer, I pick up my pace and race out of my comfort zone. The first two homes has been vacated.. Aaaahhhh!…I am staring, still terrified from the sight I beheld.
Kids has become orphans, wife’s are now widows…. The youths are forced to bear ammunition…the crying of the kids are now ragged, I am helpless!.
I can’t help them, not that I don’t want to. My heart is bleeding am trying my best to ease my breathing… But I can’t.
We’re no longer unfettered, it is all gone! The green grasses have quite an eccentric look to them the obscure images that I perceive from afar is scary.
I begin to walk up the rest of my city. Houses are collapsing, the “yellow mixed orange” man flower is eating out the city… Rendering it’s dark dust to the evening sky…
I am choking in the Pungent smell.. But I couldn’t stop moving towards that image it’s getting clear; but I can’t make it out…it’s different from anything I have seen before !, Aarrrgh! What is this?.
It wasn’t like my papa’s two wheeled cycle that is parked behind his hut since forever, neither was it like the white missionaries four wheeled “steel tortoise” he called a car.
This was massive, different from every other that I have seen. It was made of timber woods.
I walked crawled and crept to the top until I have reached the peak, the image sat unsinkable in the sea like it was made to be so…
Then I saw women and men bundled in in chains from their necks down to their legs through their ankles it was passed to the next person. What has happened to my city? Tears can’t stop falling down my eyes..
I hear the revelry of the men that has held my people captive..their hands dripping of the crimson liquid of the innocent their ears heeding not to the curses laid upon them…
I couldn’t cry anymore I could only pray, my heart is broken and torn in shreds. My hands are limp so are my legs.
I could only pray that the being in heaven would save my people and the “wailing city”.