By Wisdom Dede Kamkondo
up the sky crept the clouds,
challenging
the sun to a single combat.
and
the rains waited
for the signal to move in.
then as the casket in which lay my Sis was
lowered into the gaping hole,
rains
came, the sky darkened,
the
owls flew away.
My poor Sis,
no
more pizza for you....
