Truths and Deeds!

Night fell in my room too. Somewhere in the stillness of the after-hours, amidst the chipping of insects and humming of birds and night sounds, I could almost hear other sounds echoing and carrying everywhere. As though standing in a quagmire, the image of a broken surface surrounded me. In my near wakeful entrapment, I felt myself falling. I struggled hard, terrified for a time, and came fully awake. As my heart steadied, I was certain, the source of this alien experience was born from the stories told of gathering debris in neglected communities, all day, every day.  In the news blaring here and there, there was evidence that large pieces of the peduncle of Africa were disappearing. The reporters erected the statue of a grim-faced phenomenon, that has left our people with realities of strife.  I chewed this truth in my heart a little longer and swallowed hard. It was bitter. I knew that the helm was made up of a rich assemble of so-called intellectuals who have failed to sen