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‘Get some strong sticks’ Carl requested
‘Strong…? Are those not strong?’
‘Strong enough to burrow the soil’
‘Okay’ Liz responded as she bent plucking and picking the fallen rods of firewood. She was humming her favorite song.
Carl was digging the graves of their two sons, Greg and Colly. They had only noticed by the lockets on their necks they had bought during birthdays. Liz was busy fetching sticks to excavate the soil. They were no ‘jembes’ or ‘pangas’ around.
After some hours the grave was ready. It was just a minimal trench that would fit the remains of the two sons. As they carried the sooty-grotesque bodies, tears from Liz eyes dripped.
‘Hold the lower part of the limbs as I hold this upper side.’ Carl said as he held the fluffy part of the head.
As they reached the grave like structure, Carl positioned the head down slowly and gazed at Liz.
‘Put it down slowly’
They buried their sons in the island. They pushed the soil back to the grave. They lay wild flowers which Liz had plucked from a certain bush. She sat on a certain granitic rock and stared at Carl. She remembered of her huge house in Washington D.C. where there were teeming city streets, glass skyscrapers, glitters and glitz and also the luxurious landscapes.
‘Was life made to be like this? We have lost our sons. They are barely 16yrs. What a life?’ Liz questioned as she gazed above.
‘Problems come in life Liz. This one was unexpected. You should even thank God for saving your life. You are alive and kicking.’ Carl responded
‘Its…’Liz was cut short
‘That doesn’t mean am not sobbing the death of our sons. I’m also grieving their loss’ he said as he squatted on the grassy area.
‘Carl, why aren’t you sad, I see you smiling; no sad face; is there something you are keeping behind my ass? Liz asked.
‘Honey, men are always jovial; by the way do you see men crying in burial?’
‘To some extent, I don’t. But don’t you feel pain for your own flesh and blood? Did their demise mean anything to you?’ Liz questioned holding her chin.
‘As a man, I feel it in my heart, but I can’t bear showing it physically like you do. Just don’t be angst-ridden.’ He responded
BY : KEN AND SPERANZA
This happened under your roof
Under the same sky
While heavens watched
And hell broke to an endless laughter
When my heart swore to always include you in my diary 😥
When all I had for you just drove me to hear sweet romantic songs
To avoid erase the feelings 😥
When I would count all the days of happiness with you
And all this days were turned to grieve
And all the days I had written in my diary had to be burned to ashes
And here you are a remorseful one 😥
On your knees
Trying to train my heart to love again
A love that showed nothing but the hatred filled in ‘love’
And all your mouth can afford to blab is solemn and sorry words
‘You taught me the meaning of love’
‘I never found love again since I left you’
‘I am so lost now I don’t know the real meaning of my life’
Words of remorsefulness are all that came rushing out of your mouth
I can only admire the beauty that comes from the sorry nature you posses
Look at the sky and pray for solemnity of love in your heart
For my heart can’t offer solace
I erased your name from my diary
A strong pillar of love and hatred separates us
I have an indomitable heart
I am now a fairy tale to you
Flying in a world of love
A world you can’t dominate