We were five, three females, two males. Sitted side by side.
Our eyes, angrily running to and fro on the HP laptop of the oldest among us.
The HSL 101 assignment research which brought us together, wasn't ready to make things easy.
Five hours with no concrete result. We grew tired.
Our stomachs rumbled, hunger had come. We'd have visited Reno's restaurant for something light but....
Outside, the atmosphere wasn't smiling, the clouds were swollen, ready to burst in oceanic tears. Heaven was set to open its windows wide.
If we tried going, we wouldn't have counted ten steps that the rain would have cried out in its heaviness.
We closed the laptop. Three of us (ladies) entered into the kitchen to get something done.
In less than thirty minutes, we were out with a big bowl of cooked garri, a green wash-hand-basin and a medium sized aluminum pot of soup.
The soup contained five chicken laps, five sausage-roll-like ponmo, chunks of stock fish and five small-size cut Titus fishes.
It was as though the soup was specially made ready for us.
N.B: (We met the soup cooked already, so we only turned garri).
I pushed the centre table aside, we formed a circle with the food in the middle and started eating like famished lions.
I could tell from their faces that my mum had PhD in kitchen prowess. We were engrossed in the food we were eating when we heard a knock.
Before I could fully get up to see who it was, the door flung open. My heartbeat stopped for a second.
She was back! Mum was back!
She was supposed to return in the night, by then, we would have gone back to school. The reason I volunteered her pot of soup.
We greeted, she replied, looked at me and went into the kitchen.
My heartbeat resumed but was beating very fast. I knew what would follow so I signalled to the others.
We hurriedly gathered our things and got ready.
Immediately, she called my name, came out with a turning stick and cane, We rushed out, slammed the door and took to our heels.
She stormed out, running after us, screaming that I shouldn't come back to the house.
She was on the run, about crossing the express road when a speeding black SUV knocked her down and zoomed off.
If I had known that I would turn myself into an emergency orphan, I wouldn't have eaten at all.
@steem-ghana
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The mood of the poem was full of dirge, but very inspirational with moral lessons in life.
I was very sad when I actually got to the later part, when she was knocked down by the vehicle.
Thanks for this nice poem and we are expecting much of such poems from you. Thanks so much!
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