Yesterday, my window whizzed thrice,
As Wolfie, our German Shepherd barked,
Endlessly, the two Rottweilers were wailing
With Whitei whining in the background..
As though something was strungling them,
By the neck!
It was rare…
Then at 12.00 am, midnight, the Cock,
With a hairless neck begun to crow,
In the midst and meadows of this darkness,
On the show…
How, surely, strange things happen!
In the Naalya valley, some Crasted cranes,
Begun to ululate,
Ntuuuha ntuuha, Nzaniraho tureebe,
Oburo kuburyeera, Ndyakuha Omushenga,
I stood up, pulled my curtains and gazed,
The rain was pouring cats and dogs,
So cold, that I remembered,
The woman who held Mo hard,
In fact hardest in a Japanese train,
From Shubuya to Ikobukuru,
Shwenkuru and Nyakwenkuru!
Ruhanga owa heiguru…
Then I dreamed of a scene,
Where my late brother wrestled me,
Tooth and Nail,
Till he threw me down,
Picked a hoe and spade,
To burry me,
But I refused as I was not yet dead
!
When ghosts visit us while asleep
!
He ran away before shaking hands,
With Kafiti the village wag!
