By Atok Dan Baguoot
It is done
Properly done
He did it wholeheartedly
It is a deal done completely
It is done to block him from further entry
He was fond of entry without
And nobody bothers to ask
Not even a plain peace of it
He too signed it unknowingly
The past will never
Never will it happen as alleged.
It is properly signed
Truly signed to alter falsified past
A past meant to strengthen us
He isn’t here
Because it is so
He depleted my house he
Once occupied
He then called it empty
Empty not even a living thing
Yet he called me mud-like structure
Mud that he can not do without
Black as it appears
With ugly black appearance
That he can not tolerate to leave
Tolerate to sit away even in a second.
He was shortsighted
Shortsighted to figure its value
Its darkness
Its darkness that out weighed
Its colourfulness
Black that outweighed colourless soil
He one time pronounced it empty
But occupied
Occupied by him whom it was meant
Meant to be in without disturbances
But he created it when he entered
Not because he is reckless
But he was cursed by him the giver
A deal done is done
But still pilfering
The empty dark black mud
He then called it empty
Empty of his evil denials
He needs to apportion himself part of this black mud
He is in again in large numbers
Numbers that outweighed mind
Because of ill-gotten power from black mud
Gift of this empty black mud
Power that manipulates the source
See how powerful he is
He even speaks the tongues of black mud
Empty mud
He rejoices when I’m at worse
He rejoices when I’m at mess
He only appreciates my failures
He doesn’t expect me to prosper
Not even a notch of it
Not even an inch
He is a monster that dies courageously
He rejuvenates through my faults
My chaotic mood is his source of survival
Let us watch
Watch in stillness
He sleeps less in a year to conquer me.
He is a nocturnal like-creature.
The writer is a journalist working with Southern Sudan Radio and TV.
He can be reached through atokfuture@gmail.com
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