
The steaming hot darkness And dry sky, Went away for these days, And left a cool night. The rain washed, Our worries away, A beautiful melody, To colour our days that are gray. And in the lonely blue sky, The sun starts to smile, And we think gladly to ourselves its definitely August time. A poem by Amina Ndako. *********************************** It was almost midnight, exactly 11.30pm when Onome's dad arrived. By this time, Onome and her mum had fallen asleep. Onome's dad staggered towards the door and knocked for a while. By this time, the neighbors could hear the deafening banging at the door. They tossed and turned on their beds while trying to bear the noise. _"Mama Onome, I say open this door before I break am!"_ He shouted. Immediately, Onome's mother shut the door to avoid being seen by any one who might just be passing by. She moved her husband away from the door path and she tried lifting him up to his feet but ...