Pacing down the darkness chattering with an acquaintance,
Crossing a meandering feet path down to the cold donga
Engrossed with chatters stepping the stones and
Suddenly he shouts and scream pointing behind me
"Melusi a snake down to the donga get out!."
Nonchalantly I step out laughing contemplating
That he is cracking a practical joke on me-
You know this game of boys to frighten each other
At night about some bogus ghouls or terrifying monsters.
The old ones always warn us against this
Citing it may cause peril,but we took them for granted.
God damn!There was a snake,suddenly I tremble involuntarily
Trying to conceal my fright."I`m ne`er walking here at night."
He warns with a splattering voice.A certain mother traverses
The tar and walks towards the donga knowing not of what transpired;
We reveal what unfolded then in a moment ruminating she stands
Still before crossing to walk down the tarmac.
Walking back from the store with a beating heart
I`m reminded that death is everywhere we go
It is in the houses we live,the roads we walk and to the stores where`e buy.
