The Escape
THE DIARY OF A COVID -19 WALKER
Part 98 “The Escape”
A brotherly injury of an eye,
By swinging a fly whisk,
Is not an offense,
Like that once, revered acceptable intrusion,
Among the people of Ankore,
Where a brother just placed
A spear,
Outside the house,
To alert,
They were busy 
I loathe the by-gone days!
Alas the while 
The most queer was the father-in law
Who, would occasionally,
In the tour-of duty,
Conjure what his 
cows,
cows,Brought to the clan..
What a way of sharing fate!
I miss to savor the scent of burnt millet bread,
We loved it charred abit,
Especially when mingled by my in-laws,
Pro-fused in sweet-sweat droplets
They made sure the scent reached the valley,
Where young studs grazed,
Goats, cows, sheep mounting on and beneath mountains 
of Savanna..
of Savanna..Grey hills, and the Mitongore trees,
As they lay yonder at Kabugugas’
He died late, not early,
Like dad.
Today, I took to Nakalele close,
And found Nakalema and Rose,
Brisk walking 
and so close,
and so close,No masks 
Yes, I asked,
They asked.
I detest the sound of Subaru boys ,
They aren’t for the faint-hearted,
As one blew me off the road,
This breezy morning,
As he sped past,
In the morning drizzle 
COVID hearts 
are feeble,
are feeble,And brittle…
Shuttered lungs 
Gasping for air,
Like Kafiti the village wag 
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