The water’s stories flow
she laps against my boat
pages of history turning
one torn proffered note
lazy sun lulled to sleep
one hand in the nile
not very far off
slanted eye, crocodile
a swish of his tail
for my hand it’s too late
better learn from history
spilt blood is her fate
awaken to the falls
book falls from my hand
so much life has been lived
on this river beauty, grand
can’t count the drops
seasons droughts and floods
Celebrating the strength and beauty of the Acholi people and the Nile on this A to Z challenge Monday.
Today is the N for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.
The first of the NewCago series – “Missed”
I remember the first time we saw each other – We hadn’t seen each other since we were kids out in the country.
Then everything went haywire. Caesar took what he wanted including the lives of my parents.
At 17, I fled – their night screams chased me for years.
I was entranced by New Cago; she beckoned with her dazzling lights and her rich satins. I didn’t know about the slime underneath until it owned me.
Sam didn’t know how I was making it, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
When I wrote, I told him I had a job and my own place.
Yeah, some call it a job. The men liked my blue eyes ‘that girl has spirit!’
But what the hell there was money and a bunk. I wasn’t locked up in someone’s vault and the temple goons stayed away.
Caesar was murdered and we all celebrated in fountains of bubbly. Within days, the gangs took over and I learned to shoot a gun.
A gang lord wanted to claim me as “property rights.”
Sam showed up just when they were forging my personal chain.
Sam always could look straight down to my heart. He knew but never said a word.
Sam was something those gangsters were not and they feared him.
Evil never sleeps though and on my birthday someone took a lucky shot.
Dog gone, I’ve pulled Sam into this rotten city and now I’m dead.
My real name is Lucerne which means ‘Life.’ My blood is a type of antidote Medicago they call it. That’s why when the bullet passed through me and into Sam he didn’t die.
Sam, do what you’ve gotta do – my blood will keep you alive.
Did you know there are more than 10,000 children orphaned by Ebola in West Africa? Many of these children have nothing and are stigmatized by their communities (and extended family). We are trying to find a way to raise funds to help. More info here.
Enjoy these A to Z participants today:
you think to cleverly slink behind
catching me off my guard
but I heard you there
and now you
I await in the dark
for this rare opportunity
think again in your stealthy stalk
” FOOL”-I have not become your easy prey
This year for A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.) You will find poetry, You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.