My latest story is going so well - after losing its
initial sense of mystery, everything coming to a
standstill, all the excitement returned when Oom*
Kulubas was brought in, when my heroine was
threatened with exposure and she managed to
explain her faux pas with reference to her youth
Hiding her admission of guilt, her interlocutor
was dumbstruck, losing his sense of being a
ubiquitous presence; with her firmly back in
the driving seat after her losing it totally -
much to my chagrin - I regained my sense
of joie de vivre; it had been impossible
To reconcile her independence of spirit with
recent events putting her freedom at the mercy
of an untrustworthy element, when she inadver-
tently exclaimed upon recognising the villain and
he prepared to denounce her, she lead all astray
by explaining her sense of recognition away
The villain bargained on her revealing the truth, he
wanted to gloat in the glory of being exposed without
risking being accused of blowing his own bugle at the
expense of another - when she managed to allay all
suspicion he laughed aloud, his sense of humour
being his one redeeming feature
Oom Kulubas became my heroine’s most successful
refuge and she was delighted because his words
are alive in her heart forever, recalling him in a
new context gave him new life….
*Oom = Uncle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem