By Munyal M. Manunyi
Every sunrise my face reflects with a radiant smile so sparkly like a dotting diamond
My cheek deepened with deep dimples, revealing a whitish set of teeth, sending flickers of hope and love to my fluttering heart.
I envision stressless days lying in bed, smiling sheepishly, expecting manna to fall from above to fill my grumbling empty belly.
But when the harvester of belly bread comes knocking, I’m left wondering whether he’s a tormentor or joy snatcher!
Oh Hunger, your growing grumbling growl from the walls of my intestines sends warning bells to abandon my lazy bed.
Like a scavenger I prance around in search of what to ravish day and night, sweet or bitter, just to quench your noisy cravings.
In you, Hunger, I find no peace or place for plea bargain, you’re only known to witch-hunt happiness, ripping it off its joy!
Brother Hunger! Why this mercilessness?
Isn’t a day’s bandwagon of activities enough torment already?
With each day’s toil and turmoil I work from hand to mouth to keep body and soul together, and avert nature’s call.
And like the mysterious changing chameleon, life remains a mystery full of changes we can’t fathom.
My sunsets come with deep dark frowns that set my face changing from smiling to owl-like looking creature, leaving me worn out and haggard like an old woman awaiting nature’s homely call.
Angry frowning contours decorates my face, scaring roosters to scamper for safety in their cages, birds to their nests,
all afraid of falling victim to my hungry boiling wrath.
With cranky noisy bones and sweat glistening skin I move homewards.
My haggard looking body dragging itself into my hut announces to my kids to lay low,
they know better when the lion in me is awake, and the roaring tiger on my throat, garbling my voice, ready to tear them off at any slightest provocation.
Oh what a life we live,
One moment we are happy, the next we’re sad and tired! What do we call life? A friend or a foe?
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