Read here below an excerpt from my book, valley of dry bones. Criticism is welcome. ******************************************* I knew he meant it. I also knew I had overstepped my territory, and so without a word, or any hesitation, I lay face downwards steeling my nerves awaiting the grueling punishment from the school’s meanest teacher. ‘after your punishment, I want you to know three things, and hold onto them dearly to avoid trouble with me; One, never report an offense to me except when doing so in English; two never try to lecture me again and three, don’t ever flout any of the above two instructions for the safety and good shape of your butt. Young man, I enjoyed listening to you and I bet you shall enjoy my flogging as well.’ The caning was excruciating, I felt the pangs of those lashes deep within my skin as mr. ongosi smiled sardonically. I cried, wailing inconsolably, flailing my hands, and writhing on the floor helplessly. Each sign of the pain I felt seemed to urge and cheer him on. I agonized every time I sneaked a peek and saw his treacherous, unforgiving face ready to exact the bitterest retribution I knew then. I had a fleeting image of him, at one time his human form could give way to that of savage beast intent on destruction, and at another, he could wear this ugly, villainous and sadistic face intent on meting pain, and enjoying as I writhed in anguish. I might have overstepped my bounds, but I knew for certain that I did not deserve the exaction of this cruelty. I would hence fear Mr. Ongosi, and avoid any contact with him. I left the staffroom sobbing, with a lot of bitterness in my heart than on my skin. I bumped onto my dad on the entrance to the staff, he tried to stop me, but I ducked under his arm and left the staffroom. I could feel his stare still following me, but the last person, I wanted to talk to now was Dad. I knew he could not help but congratulate Mr. Ongosi for trying to make his brat of a son better. ‘Dummy you are back?’ it was Dominic. He was sitting on the dormitory verandah, cutting the overgrown nails of his toes with a rusty nail cutter. ‘Yeah, am back,’ I managed to say between whimpers, ‘but to find better use for your idle brain.’ With terrific speed, I picked a piece of well rounded rock nearby that fit between my index and middle finger, and mustering all my strength, taking a good aim, I sent the missile that made a perfect arc, making a roar as it scattered the air. Dominic saw it on time and ducked to the side, but it grazed the left side of his face badly enough though. I had wanted to find his forehead, but I was satisfied with the damage done on the left side of his face. Not trying to hide the pain he felt, he angrily sauntered after me, swearing. I didn’t budge. Though as he was within arm’s length, I stepped aside and with the help of my legs, rolled a big stone to his way. He realized of his folly too late. He tripped on the stone and fell terribly disfiguring his face. He cursed and cursed, as I silently stood over him, taking him in with an insane, vengeful urge tempting me to take a sharp rock nearby and smash it right on his visage. Emily Kerubo, Evah Shirow Gathogo, ELDORET POETS ASSOCIATION Ambrose Waigwa Lorrd Evans Gumbe Achira Ronald Ribin Ondwari Rose Kinyati Rosana M. Clynton Solanus Junior POEMS AND INSPIRATION The Moi Law Connector Bryant David Ennocent Owuor Ngare Ochi Baba
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