Days like this (Ten days of March dayVIII)

All plays now disturbed, the tale of a thousand years which the old man was telling now suspended

All eyes now look up, soon, a downpour is expected.

It will rain for the cloud is heavily pregnant and very soon it will give birth to that infant

Tit-Tat-, Tit-Tat- will come it's sound, the roof will sing unto us a song

And we will remember when we were Young

The cold, going  from house to house, like a visitor looking for where to lay his head

The maize planted yesterday will feel the nature's touch

And lo, tomorrow it would have grown a thousand and one grains

It will rain and we will catch some fun

The river will be overfed, flowing above it's limit

In sorrowful Joy, we will watch the miracle being performed

Thinking of it's abundance and the day to cry for our losses, refusing to be comforted, 

Even the rain cannot wash away our tears with it's abundance.

Mary Akinwale

//The crying Nigerian child

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