Treasure Island

kelvin karani


WHERE IS MY FIRE EXTINGUISHER?


My house is ablaze
Set on fire by my own kids
Who are fire playing with fire
But are arrogantly so
Burning their own mother inside

From corner to corner and rummage
Looking for my fire extinguisher
Under the bed; behind the charcoal
I search everywhere but find it not

And then I opened the flour drum
There lay mixed in the maize flour
The extinguisher while I
All the while, burning in the fire
Choke in the smoke.

Through the kitchen window I escape
Breaking my limbs after the great fall
Leaving in hell my other children
Roasting in the fire their siblings had lit
Crying out for help from their helpless mother

I in turn had to call for help
Neighbors from far and near headed
My good neighbor Koffi Annan came
Oh! The imported fire extinguisher!
Thank you sir for saving us

But now, let me bury some
Of my kids who burnt alive
As I remember that golden handshake!

Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Edited: Saturday, January 17, 2009

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  • Nia Riz (1/19/2009 8:41:00 AM)

    oh sad! ...the last para is touching....very....but i didnt know kofi annan was your neighbour...: P...heh....a very touching poem...i thotught it would be a funny piece at first...but then....

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