Happily Hungary (Ten days of March dayI)

Mary Akinwale is a creative writer, with a high sense of Intuition for a good story. Currently residing in the western part of Nigeria where she has put to paper over time words that draw attention to the things we sometimes never talk about.

In the darkest of the rooms, like logs we would sleep

The crowing of the cock and the bleating of the old mother goat would wake us from our slumber 

And then we would  remember 

last night we never even ate supper 

sleeping like an angry lion not finding it's prey

When you hear the sound kookoorookoo

 from the mouth of the cock behind the house

you will know again, it's another sight

a new day had come, the night no more in sight

We would wash our faces say goodbye not even knowing our fate and today our races

Then we would work with little or no time to lie

 like slaves working for the high

Thinking about everything and heaving a sigh

For surely we know on the table a meal must be placed

The sun will scorch us and still smile on us remaining our brother

The rain will beat us, leaving us dripping 

and still mother our works

Then here comes the mud, who knows nothing than to get us dirty

When we have been there ten thousand years

Rejoicing in scarcity and still happily hungry

Waiting for a miracle and a time to reverse the old story

Still in our struggles and sufferings, can't afford a penny for offering 

 Huzzling, pretending to be happy, waiting for an angel so long, before we tarry

Then the night will come quietly as if unnoticed

 Time to call and remember how the labour of our hands had put a meal on our tables

Or if the day had added to our troubles

We go out, see and hear different things

The days passing by like flipping through the read pages of a book

We are alone, no one knows when we will be free

Even for once have we had a good scene

Even in our eyes, we watched them being killed

Dragged out and slaughtered like a kid

We have nothing and yet they come to take our money and goods

Ask him he will say "I'm not feeling good".

We are hungry and starving yet we do well to be happy

Happy in our hunger 

Should I then say we are hungrily happy or happily hungry?

It's only what today says that will tell.

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