Poem By: Saffiyah Joof
A good fighter, he lamented, he hate the best friend, but couldn’t afford to kill that soul, that has the key to prove his wife is being poisoned.
Penetrating the hearts without much fire,
As he stood to explain his inner pain, battling out with good gains.
You know what we meant,
Don’t play with our brains,
Karim couldn’t skip the chain on the lane,
He further sat down to sip some tea.
Alcohol wasn’t his route,
As he believes not into its cult.
Call the orphan boy, requesting from the maid. With a modern African name, call Betty.
“Betty, can you kindly boil some hot water and don’t forget to brew Attaya as well,” karim said, as he stretches himself a distance from the TV and ready to reset and rehearse his daily duties.
His father in the prison was having a stroke and was rushed to the hospital. The nurse that attended him was the real mother of Karim, who covered her face to kidnap the former king of the village. It was well planned and some security personnel cooperated because the woman was very influential in the palace. She was extremely happy that everything went smoothly as she wishes. In the boot of the car, he was transferred with a stab of injection pills that would make him sleep for hours.
The night enters, she began to round the bed as the former king’s eyes were dark, with a small touch light to see his horrible face. Her voice turns opaque, ready not to peck at him.
“It is deemed necessary to pay back,
I am taking my turn in this field, wicked wretched soul, he has taken what I love most, abuse all my eggs, at least I brought out two heroes that were hidden from the world, that survived to uproot you ” Betty said.
With a loud slap to make him awake.
As the drugs haven’t been functionally done from his system.
A voice replied, “wait, Betty, let’s separate the problems from the world, we know that he was a racist abuser, that assaulted most of us working in the palace. But how could we speak when the situations are between life and death. It was painful, we couldn’t resist losing our lives. And today is our chance, to remind him about the history then bury him alive”. Betty smiles with a bite on her lips.
The brother of karim, who was banished from the village by his father got prepared with extended extreme fighters that took a trip towards his father’s village. A letter that was sent to him a few months back has been changed by the best friend that knows both of them without their realization. Which trigger the upcoming bloodsheds that weakened karim with a disheartening feeling. On the couch, his hand was held,
” For you know and he knows not,
You didn’t tear my heart to shreds,
Imagine, the first night in the grave,
Imagine, the first day with you in bed.
He touches the same face,
As we feel very comfortable to gained.
The angel of death is seen far,
Words can’t explain, then the family wailed.
I could see you through my faith,
And couldn’t do much on my space,
Your words echo as you lean,
I lost hope whether I will live on,
Too tight for my throat to speak on,
You didn’t give up but keep on,
Very close as the love spreads on,
A theory of death comes closer,
But didn’t take me, the light is still on,
On the couch, his hand was held,
Requesting a second chance,
As the dreams come true.
The beautiful elegant woman stood,
To wake karim from the soft sofa.
I have come to rescue your thoughts,
To understand that being sick is far from death, for only if the time is up.
Karim eyes wildly open in shock,
In terror, he wants to shout,
But the man in him couldn’t prosper,
He instead begins to roar,
Like a hungry lion in the jungle.
“Baby you are my backboned to the throne, I want to ride it with your care,
Your tender touches, your soft drinks,
Your cooler body, your thoughtful dreams, to win the battles as you are single. Take my hand, I am ready to mingle. Tomorrow morning we announced the wedding riddles”.
The love of karim life is back,
The poetess is ready to wake the universe through its tick inks, to make the newspapers spring the next morning of the expected battle with an added caption that Karim’s wife to have fully recovered from the poison. A bonus to the eyes that read it but a heart attack to the best friend in the prison. The lights beam through the window with the spirit of karim and his wife to be said, “Good morning my king”.
#Episode 9 to be continued.
#The Alkamba Times