A Rat in My Traditional Hut
There is a rat that mouths
Beneath pores of the holes in my traditional
hut.
And each time I walk inside the house,
I find it smilingly running towards the
holes.
I cannot keep any grain of sugar
Nor maize but powdered by the same rat.
I think his days are drawing neatly but
quickly,
For my temper had become temporally but
temporarily
Swollen. I have tried to reconcile
With the rat in my hut but futile.
He seemed not concerned by my concerns.
Perhaps, not a stranger but a troubled neighbour.
He brings cloth and twigs to
his hole.
And I suspect his
intentions. He intends to dragon me.
Yet troubles me. I had
stored some dried seeds
For the next ploughing
season,
But I am afraid I won't be
able to plant any seed this season.
He is a haunting stranger.
And I wish he could just
perish in his littlest comfort.
But I hear it would be wise
to pet a cat for the rat.
I am told it would truce my
concerns instantly.
I did.
And the kitten decided to
befriend the intruder.
And within some time, the
rodent, I had discovered,
Had a family in the neighbour's.
The path between the two is
just a mere metre,
And the cat would chase the
intruder
But quick to let go. There
were a dozen more rats, apparently.
And the cat got summoned to
prey on heads of each rat. He too,
Wanted freedom. He wanted to
be vegetarian.
Since vegetarians
Are green-hearted beings
that have oath-ed against predation.
And so, the rat family
expanded as off springs
Conquered our neighbourhood.
And my neighbours would
Frequently trap dozens more.
I inquired
From the local Veterinarian
who
Then advised me to have a
rat farm.
But I resisted the business advice
Because I was nervous
About the real but aware of
the ideal. The market for such
Business was viably the
fattest ever. However,
It would mean I would be a
rat farmer
And I hated that title in
the interim. As the tug
Continued, I wandered,
And decided to vacate the
hut,
Burn it and build a new one
At the extreme end of the
village. But
I had lost all my
possessions. Anger
Was the only commodity I had
at the time. And so the saga
Continued at the new site.
But I had resolved to
befriend the Cat this time.
You know what happened? I
wonder what other word I'd rather say...
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Onalethuso Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental Inspiration Poetry, 2017
Onalethuso Ntema
The Voice of a Shadow: Life, Reality & Mental Inspiration Poetry, 2017
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