LYNDAH AMAITSA

Dire living conditions Country’s economical decline Smell of political instability Desperate inhabitants Thorn, to thorn, to thorn Hardships and suffering Mulnutritioned children Water flowing in the deadly Combination of mud and sewage Hunger, thirst and frustrations         PEACE RELAPSE..!!! The darkest cloud Hang around the city Pandemonium, terror, stampede Left, right and center Millions milled, thousands injured Hundreds shock stricken Few miraculous tales of survival The sound of desperate interior lives Smelly bloody patches Stenched covered corpses Shocking revelations Thousands of troops Police pickup trucks Ambulances Improvised stretches Overwhelmed medics Deaths. Deaths. Deaths. More deaths. Moaning, Depression, Loss of hope Mass ...

As we walked under the scotching ⛅ sun, Laura couldn’t stop picking out different leaves, talking of their medicinal value, some dangerous, some food for snakes, others best hide outs for chameleon and so on and so on. Couldn’t quite understand how she knew all that, I mean at her age? Okay, another surprise for this village queens. They tell you something and you left pondering about it for a decade until you sit down with your granny to decipher it😂😂😂. We came through a bushy path, down into the middle of the village and further down to a huge stream that took me by surprise. It’s so big😓😓😓😟 I thought. Almost looks like the Nile, well in such a village okay…. My thoughts were interrupted by her strong grip ushering me to a bank of the river. Grass was actually to the level of my knees and this wasn’t going well with me. What if snakes🐍🐍🐍🐍 we’re cra...