Priscillah Wanjeri
15 years old
Nairobi, Kenya
"La Nina"
Over the horizon
The sun rises with
Light creeping
Over the desolate bare land
Revealing nothing
But the horrors of the land
The sky is
Still as naked as ever
The wind howls
Through the dry baobab trees
The once green land
N ow bare and cracked
Slowly the village wakes
To face the new day
A hunter sits
In the shadow of a rock
A farmer leans
On the thatched house
With his jembe in hand
A mother slowly rocks
Her dying baby
They cast their eyes to the sky
Why are the gods punishing us?
A far distance off
The cries are heard
Yes, yes, this must be done
The gods must be pleased
Bony as it may be
The goat must be sacrificed
The village gathers
Around the alter
Surely this will do it
They will hear
And answer us
Hope shows in their faces
As the smoke slowly
Rises to the sky
"El Nino–The Abyss of Despair"
The people wanted rain
It came down in torrents
The angry winds blew
And thunder roared
The rice paddles turned to lakes
The sandy beaches washed away
As the fountains of the sky burst forth
And the floodgates of heaven opened
Helter skelter the parents run
Pressed with a thousand cares
And home skips the little children
With no care in the world
In the abyss of despair
The people look at the once blue skies
As drops or rain fiercely splash
Destroying a man’s labor and toil
The sun forever lost in the sky
With her clouds clinging close together
As ev e ryone packs their housewares
But no one was prepared for this
sudden storm




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