I saw death
strolling on the sharp edge of a machete.
Looking so disappointed,
Angry at himself that he can’t hurt me.
He saw God’s mark on me.
Death so adamant…
Didn’t leave without a fight–
He bruised me,
Snatched my phone,
And gave me fear to commune with.
Death was two vagabonds,
They took advantage of me,
Trying to take cover.
Amidst the Sango-Poly riot.
They carted away my phone,
When my life was heavier than their intentions.
Death said; “It was a pleasure meeting you, survivor. See you some other time”.
In all, I still have my life. I am safe.
I am more than grateful to God.