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BLOOD!!!!


I lie on my bed
Busy watching a mosquito
Listening to its lyrics
I'm tempted to dance to its tune
But its movements in circles
So disgusting
I think of its freedom
The way it moves freely during the curfew hours
I envy that 
To even get some few bites on the "ever timely" officers
But then I realize it's within my cage
In my mosquito net
Freedom limited
My hand begin twitching
Beckoning me to smack it and get it over with
But what's the essence
What's the essence of smacking that bloody pest?
Coz we are all but out for some blood too
Aren't we?
Some innocent blood
So tell me
Is your interest towards that "dem ameiva" good?
The way you look at that hot neighbour,
Are your intentions towards him straight?
Are your intentions towards that hot secretary clear?
Are your interests in that contract known?
Are they?
That colleague at the office
Are your intentions about them pure?
Or are we just but blood sucking vampires in human skins
Bettered with nice hair cuts, denims and rugged jeans
So please don't judge my keenness to the mosquito's rhythm
Coz it's also out for some innocent blood.

@Nicky_Hart 
Masai Nickson

Bio 
Masai Nickson popular on the stage Nkcky_Hart is professionally an accountant. He is generally a creative writer with keen interest in poetry. Nickson says"Poetry to me is a way of speaking not only to one, but to everyone, for those with voices and for the voiceless."

Nickson is believer in the possibility of better tomorrow. Hi asserts that for a person to live their future, one got to plan today. In his quest to make change happen, he tells the stories as only Nickson Masai can. He is an authentic writer whose work pulse with deep Africa uniqueness. Every work he does feels like a blessing.

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