mardi 10 août 2010

THE DEATH SENTENCE

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

I turned to the flower bearers
But they were no comfort
I looked at my mother
But she looked away
Then I knew the game was up
I started preparing myself for the hangman
When the hour came
Before I was called up
I had stepped forward like a German soldier
Hood, priest’s last confession
“Do you have any last words?”
“No, Father. I’m ready!”
Then I woke up.

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