By Tikum Mbah Azonga
All, all alone
I stood before the
Large and heavy steel door
And fumbled for the key in my pocket
My hand fearful and hesitant
Then the sweat, cold sweat
And the pressing urine
A loud and commanding voice
Broke the silence of the night
And for one second
It was as if the night darkness turned into day sunshine
Then the status quo quickly returned
A voice cried out
"No, son! Not that one!
That`s not the key you need!
What you need is the key to eternal life
That is the most important key.
Stop searching and come with me!"
A fatherly hand tapped my shoulder
And in the distance I saw a shadow
It glowed brightly and floated
And as if possessed by some invisible force
I followed it
I gave in
Powerless, but not like a lamb to the slaughterhouse
Far from it
I was happy
And secretly prayed this shouldn`t be a joke.
That`s how I got there.