That incident at the T-junction

THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER

Part 157 ”That incident at the T-junction“

Nuerologists say that nature,
Or a mere walk, evokes the dormant,
But creative part of the brain,
Simple brain reverie,
For big epiphanies,
Like that moment,
At the T-junction,
It felt like no brainer, but for its function,
A kind of tyre puncture,
As though in an empty bathroom..
Bathing without sabuni…
Unclothed bunu bunu, bum bum
As kids say..
 
Ideas come to life,
when we act upon them,
But several lay,
Across that cemetery,
The cemetery of life and ideas
The calamity of life..
After all, we will all at some day, pass..
But good ideas never die,
They live on and on beyond the creator..
 
I found Ruta, walking his German Shepherd, at Nakalele Junction,
Then another lady, with a Mongrel,
Brisk walking, while it tried a side pee..
The two never made eye contact,
But thier hounds did!
Some Nose-kissing,
Then the sniffing of the scents,
As though asking “ what shampoo do you wear?, or “ You really look good”! Doggie..
One appearing male, whole the other female..
My mind searchingly wondered,
What went wrong with Humans?
Ok what is right with us?
 
Yestarday, my ass escaped
Foraged at the neigbours cassava garden,
Innocently, manifesting its diet,
Then, he came with an axe,
Not to grind, like that proverbial tale,
But to crack the crux,
I offered him a hug,
To which he said,
“ You witch!”
I entered indoors and ate a sandwitch,
Before being sandwitched!
 
I walked back,
And sighed,
As yellow rays,
Tore apart the dark grey clouds,
Across this leafy Naalya Valley.
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