As I lay a yonder, on Yusuf Kironde Road,
Mind lost in the wonderings,
Wonderings of life, like those in Wandegeya, lost on TV chicken,
Of great lockdown of these lockups,
The lady in hot-loaf store,no cupcakes,
Paddy swinging padlocks,
Reminiscent of the ghost cities,
In Will Smith’s movie,
Plagued by the plague..
Only him and the dog
survived…
The year, of lost innocent souls,
Others, men and women of honor,
Others men and women of velour,
The Lord, standing akimbo,
To lay his final word,
From this worldly journey..
It’s no funny…
To die in the battle is better,
For it bestows honor,
Than getting whirled,
In this COVID whirlwind!
It’s a painful departure,
From a hard fought encounter…
Teardrops of fear and rotundity..
Life is a general drama of happiness,
Said “Thomas Hardy “
It’s so handy, cunning and sweet-sour..
Departing at free will,
The sinner and saint,
All mumbling unintelligible words,
Words of protest,
To say the least
At last..
2021, odd as you are, you laid the wreath,
Disjointing some health,
Others enjoying their wealth…
Like that guy with a deal,
To cascade and dwell into 2022,
The year of even numbers,
Of better luck,
For luck is opportunity,
Meeting a prepared mind..
So, epidural 2022,
The year of our Lord,
Should we say, with less of COVID?
