By Kaaya Shilia
AICC-ARUSHA
kaayashilia@hotmail.com

Bloodsuckers

Bugs flourish on blood
With beds crevices to hide
Awaiting the night
To swallow the earth
Armies of bugs to cheer

Beds vary in size
Even Maasai soft skins harbour
The fattest and most ferocious
Of bugs that bite with thirst

Even spring beds that rust
Wonderful havens for the sleekly
Disease infectious bloodsuckers
That leave glaring bruises
Ugly bruises in the morning

At times the bloody bugs sticks
Like glue and pattern
A shame to the noblest
Carrying the vice on the shirt
With the midday sun burning
Irritating the bugs
That long for darkness
And the crevices of dirty beds!

Mom would cry like gone mad
Once spotting the cursed creature
With the loin and “ banko” thrown out
For the midday sun to treat
A scrubbed wash for the naughty boys
Remember a bed of bugs?
A bed of bugs