Honestly, I don’t like them. For the life of me, I don’t know why they like me. Maybe they don’t really like me either. They just want what I have flowing like a river in my veins. On this day. with air cover provided by NEPA, they bit me all over till I got up and said “these are not ordinary mosquitos, they are villagesquitoes”. “Dem been send dem” if you know what I mean.
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Where do these terrible beasts come from
Flying vampires everywhere
Sharpened proboscis plunging deep into the river of blood
Draining away all the “pound” and “edikainkon” in my veins.
Sneaky as a tempting devil
Wicked as a village witch
They do not come from the oasis of stagnant waters around here
Neither were they sired from the uncleared forest of debris in this neighborhood.
These must-have been trained in sambisa forest
Soldiers of war, marines from the mosquito world
Bold and daring, bit my lips and chewed up my ear lobes
Striking in stifling heat during sweet sleep.
Nothing is sacred to this beasts
My hallowed grounds were not spared
I endured the pain and didn’t hit back
You don’t fight in a demilitarized zone.
Fly and suck this is sweeter than honey
Everyone humming dreadful melodies to each other
I itch and scratch, they suck and sing
I itch and scratch, they suck, I slap.
Drenched in sweat from the sweltering heat
I got up angrily to start this poem
They bit my fingers with impunity as if to say
“Bros, respect us, we are villagesquitoes not mosquitos”.
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