Twilight

Something is wrong. I can feel it. It suddenly feels like my luck is going to run out soon enough. Last night, the ceiling fan fell off just as I stepped out to get a cup of coffee. And this morning, I was nearly knocked down by a crazy okada man. Rather than the mad man to apologise, he hurled insults at me instead. My kid sister believed I have been cursed. Usually,I don't believe in such nonsense but I am beginning to worry.  We both had a nasty encounter with a rude old woman on a visit to Abeokuta last week. Even though she had never met my sister, she criticized her mode of dressing and suggested men might take her for a prostitute. Naturally, I went mad. Sharing the same bus gives no one the right to make my sister feel like that and I didn't hesitate to share my feelings to the old woman.  And that was when the curses started. She didn't stop until we alighted from the bus.  No, it can't be. I'm sure it is just a coincidence. My mind is playing tricks on me.

 As the jeering crowd gathered, their stones at the ready, Ahmed closed his eyes and remembered the forbidden love that had brought him to this moment. He remebered the gentle touch, the gentle whispers and the stolen glances in a society that never understands. The extremists roared as one,condemning Ahmed to death for his sin. But Ahmed knew that love is beautiful and it cannot be sinful to love Francis. Their love shone brighter than the hatred that surrounded him.  As the first stone flew, Ahmed smiled. In his heart, he knew he would die free. Free, his spirit will soar far, far from a world so wicked.

Cocks are crowing Dawn is smiling I am singing You are dancing Dancing in the rain Sun is soaring Moon is moaning Sea is stirring Stirring the sorcery the sorcery in the flame Night is nibbling Passion is cackling Blues are balling Stars are chuckling I am falling You are gasping Hands are trembling Blood is boiling Fingers are loving Tongues are teasing Lips are longing Longing for the sweetness Of the flavored, flavored sky.