Thursday, 9 August 2018














Dear rain,
What have you done to me?
As soon as I lifted my jembe to plough
My farm - you poured.
You did not even darken the clouds
In the sky as a usual.
You did not send birds back to their nests
As a sign...
Now look!!
I've been forced to prematurely withdraw
From this fertile farm of mine.

Dear rain,
You have turned me into a
Five second farmer.
Last time when I lifted my jembe up,
You trickled before my jembe could
Strike the soft looking soil.
You then sent your wonky winds
To shiver my head, shoulders, knees
And toes.
Dear rain, your coming when I'm farming
Fills me with so much woes.

Dear rain,
Has it ever occurred to you that
When you pour,
My energy for farming lowers?
It's as a result of your coming that
I've now begun to wither.
Look at my shrinking shoulders...
They are shaking like a loose leaf
In winter.
Dear rain,
I beg you to let the Sun shimmer.
For it's only then, that I'll plough
My farm better.


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