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Besides that hard concrete pavement, where the new city flowers thrive They collected what was left of her, packed in a blood dripping black plastic body bag Hurriedly bundled onto a garbage truck so as not to stain the freshly washed police van The tarmac was hard scrubbed to wipe away her obliterated beauty 48 hours after her thick red blood had seeped through the light layers Into the earth’s eager open mouth The drunk motorist who had transformed her into a road kill statistic was on the wrong road side when he swept her off her feet Always having lived by the narrow right path, her end echoed her school years often punished with the naughty despite pleas of innocence, Death had fetched and defiled her from the right side of the road that scorching hot Tuesday evening Death had caught her in a hurry, back from church counselling Rushing to her son’s school to collect the child, bearing news for him elated at the news that he would soon have a sister...

Decades ago, in the jungles not irreconcilably far from here We, downtrodden fauna of the woods, gathered Wrapped in a patriotic spirit we identified a leader, youthful intelligent dog he would stand on and out as a revolutionary... the messiah to bark on,scaring away the hyenas they that had lost their way, plunging us into disease and ignorance-immense lack and doom The dog's role was to bark and scare away the hyenas then lead us to light, prepare the jungle for a new hope-filled world to clean the stump throne on the clearing the throne that alien lumberjacks had earlier created Aliens we had expelled and banished We danced away in jubilation when the revolutionary canines struck and sent the hyenas packing-'warming' the hunt for a while They scorned and scoffed at us-the hyenas and warned us of the addictive contagious plague of its indiscriminate manner of devour politricks Alas, for years as we absent-mindedly danced off to the sunset our dog n...

I braved the grave scorching sun squeezing through the cocktails of folks and lads my mission was simple and pure To violently plead for an explanation From the loud demagogue at the podium demanding why five years down the road He’s returned to bask in the same unfilled promises as last Silently praying for answers My thirst to mete judgement was unquenchable-insatiable Looking at his lifeless eyes I planned to question about the wax that had successfully sealed his ears from  hearing the dying hungry’s cries during his tenure I failed to decipher his eyes from his heart and mind Immune to our wails yesterday, today he sang promises of self sacrifice He was the promised son he said…the long awaited Messiah Better schools, medication in hospitals, better pay even flawless 'kolansi' roads As I hungered for signs of shame from him, his obvious oblivious ՙabsence՚ hit me his body was there, but ՙhe՚ was in another realm-a glorious paradise A realm whose real...