Rape At the Graveyard
The sun was about to set. The cloud lazily moved to and fro in the sky. The beautiful Eucalyptus trees that surround the famous catholic graveyard curiously watched with ever increasing avidity to understand the puzzling ways of man. Ndung sang a dirge rooted from her ethnic Nyonga tribe as she washed the tomb of her husband. It was clear from a cursory look at the grave that her husband was certainly a well to do someone. It was cemented and plastered with marble. The cross was made of stee1, supposedly imported from abroad. The husband's photo stood so conspicuous in the centre of the cross. It was not uncommon for Ndung to stare occasionally at her husband whose death has hitherto been shrouded in mystery. Her song rose to an unbelievable crescendo without her noticing. Her eyes became swollen and red as the image of the heydays with her husband loomed in her mind.
It was this aggrieved sound coming from the graveyard that drew the attention of Father Michael. He was busy preparing his Sunday sermon when a voice from the nearby grave took him up. He forgot to put on his usual cassock. But of the chain on his neck with Jesus Christ carrying the cross, he was everything but priestly. As the voice rose he too decided to quicken his steps. He hid himself behind one of the trees to peep at the lady. His physical attire could not enable him to meet her. As a priest he was supposed to be clad accordingly when in the See. He tiptoed back home with the hope of appearing decently before the desperate woman. This was also to give him the opportunity to revise the gospel verse related to the occasion. As he went, the chapter on Christ raising a dead man alive came to his mind. But he could not immediately situate the exact verse. However, this was not going to be a problem for him since he was going to look it up in the Bible. One other worry in his mind was that he might miss her on his return. He then decided to quicken his steps. "Father!" Came a sharp voice. Father Michael gave a swift about turn thinking it was the lady calling for his attention. A twelve-year-old child ran to him from the left side of the church holding a simple prayer book in her hand.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" He said.
"I want to know the difference between first Holy Communion and confirmation. Which one is more important in the life of a Christian." Said the child.
"Can you say please?"
"Please Father I am sorry for the mistake. Can you please tell me the difference between confirmation and Holy Communion? Once more accept my humble apology I have forgotten what was taught at the doctrine classes."
I have no time now can you please come tomorrow for the answer? It needs some time for me to explain this to you.
Yesterday is gone
But today is on
Let?s make a move
Before tomorrow comes
Sit up and relax
So to see our task
With an open mind
See the mines
Killing world-wide
Heed to your surrounding
And hear the wailing sound
Of people in distress
As we make moving addresses
And not eradicate the mines
That we have made
With our little minds
Oh hear their voices
Make some noise
Entreating us to care
And not to be cruel
People see their pain
And our endless gains
In stopping the mines
With a good mind