Grandmother's Shack

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                                                         Grandmother’s Shack I heard someone shouting loudly, which was bizarre in the morning. I got out of our house and tried to listen to where the noise was coming from. That is when I saw Rita, my younger cousin, running down the hill towards our compound. She had a twig that she was waving profusely from east to west. I knew she was in distress, but could not make out what she was trying to say. By this time, everyone had come out of their houses, including grandmother Teresia. Rita never made it to our compound, as we saw her fall down abruptly as she came down the hill. Samson, my older cousin, ran out of the compound, followed by my uncles, to check what had happened to her. To understand our past I will have to go back to the beginning. There were five houses with two shacks in ou...

Stolen Lives


It is sad when you think about it
Of how dreams are crushed
And how the Society is robbed of its best minds
While everyone watches and does nothing
What will become of our future?

I miss the old good days
When love blossomed among friends and foes
When it was difficult to take law into your hands
When conflicts were resolved amicably
When did the rain start beating us?

You can be alive in the morning and gone by the evening
Not by God’s grace but by the hands of Grace or Grey
Morals have gone to the dogs
And everyone has become an executioner
What will become of us?

We need to discover how to turn things around
Excuses will not save us
For when fate knocks even destiny will evade you
Your beauty will mean nothing
How will you handle it?

It’s time to stand up for the truth
To discover the beauty that lies within everyone
Refuse to be controlled by anger
For life is precious
Who are you to take it away?

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