NIGHT RUNNER.
The darkness presents itself when the day finalizes its journey.
The nightingale stretches on the poplar tree and prepares for night.
The moon tosses itself from the eastwards corner and lightening.
The thick cold wind blowing towards directions of our nose-strills.
And bodies grew cold and rigid as we finish our supper and of to bed.
With bulky stomach hopping to sleep half dead and peacefully sleep.
From outside we could hear the sound Harrying our sleeping and starling has Our eyes possessing awake and deny close Our brain growing cold and heavy tired And thought of images of tales of ghosts.
The wind continued blowing and passing through ventilations. We gather courage and peeping through the curtains slowly.
On our back we felt touched by a cold objects touching ribs.
Our body remained in a coma and lips jerking our mouths.
Refusing to bulge, to holler, to scream, to cry, to yell, to sing. Sheet! It was nothing but the hanged clothes belt of grandpapa.
We mopped away sweat glands with towels And prayed for God as our savior, rescuer We were already corpse had God not a round It was the thought we both conceived for that.
Now we were relieved and continued peeping.
A brand in the compound carried by human running up and down.
We couldn’t saw him well because of clouds jamming the moon.
The body was running maniacally like a silly ass as silhouette follows.
Running towards us and forcing our body to rattle and to resonate.
Together with him was a corpse hand, hyena foot, lion skull at hand.
He was running joyously and dogs watching funnily. Neither barking nor roaring but wagging their tails.
As he dance a popular hit dancing style ‘ndombolo’ music.
Spreading his hands as dogs tails, eyes follows tempo. He was the hamlet wizard, aghast and he was known…. He was the classiest associate and business partner. He was the good neighbour of today and the nearest.
He was the church commander and eyesore soloist.
He was familiar and a known jackass and merchant. He was the gossiped and whispered among women.
He was the frontier and, he was, a night runner……!