F. Life Poem by Onome Akpotayobor

It rained cats and dogs all night I couldn't get a wink of sleep. At dawn all was new and fresh, from the air to the little blades of grass. For some it was a chance for a fresh start while for others a remodeling process. A new season has come; the birds are singing again, wondrous melodies that make you forget the scorching heat of yesterday. River are flowing in the desert again, there's no lamentation. The heavens opened and down came manna. I opened my eyes and it was right back to reality, where we live at the bank of the Niger yet wash our hands with spit. Our life is like fighting a bear, we are totally out classed. Yet we lay still in hope that she would let us be, drench in our own blood and grasping for air and with any luck we won't die from our wounds. It has been rainy forever now but my brother say it will be morning soon, I believe. The heavens will open once again