POEMS BY ONE MICAIAH
His
Bone Was Out!
I wish I won’t write
about this, but who am I to wish for things that are meant to always be. Like
someone will say, “what will be will be”
The day was the 5th
day into the New Year and someone was at the brink of death – the previous day.
It was not funny at all. To be sincere, there must have been a lot of them
somewhere else, but I saw two of them with my own eyes; struggling to live like
any normal human being should.
The woman’s agony was
better compared to the man’s. Even with the kind of pain the woman had found
herself in, living a normal, poor and wretched life would have been far better.
She just kept shouting brutally in a language I can’t comprehend. I felt her
pain deep within me. The kind of pain strong enough to keep her mind off the
pepper and fish she had bought for dinner that night. I’m sure she could not
even remember having a thousand naira note with her; dropped on the busy
express road. Smh.
The man was a bike
rider, just as I had presumed. His pain was too afflictive to be expressed in
my writing. It was that kind of pain that keeps you gravely silent; silent as
death itself. For some minutes, I thought he had died. He just lay helplessly
on the road, probably recalling the best memories of his life, or maybe cursing
the present time for his bad luck.
His bone was out. I
don’t know how many, but none of us, passersby, was thick enough to look at it.
My heart couldn’t hold on to it. Even after leaving the scene, it was as if I
had walked back home lifelessly. I could not stop thinking about it.
If they had died,
that would have been the end; the end of the lives they must have worked so
hard to better. What then is the essence of life if we are all living to die
one day; a day unknown and unexpected. Just one day. No second, third, fourth or
fifth lives like Candy Crush.
A woman, also at the
locale, walked up to me, gave me a big hug and kept whispering ‘Mercy of God’. She was too terrified by
the sight that she does not even care to whom she was holding next. We haven’t
even seen each other before.
I could not eat that
night. I used to think having spent enough years in the medical school should
make me fearless of seeing dead bodies or almost dead bodies. I was totally
horrified myself.
Watching a dying man
is totally different from seeing a dead one. I prayed that the man would not
have to live a lame if he survives living lifelessly, and that the woman also finds
peace after recovery. Amen!
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