Poetry, Tale Africa

Sobriety I Do Not Care For

By Rukh-Shana Namuyimba, Uganda:

 

There’s something sobering about seeing someone you have known for years

Confined to a hospital bed

Hair gone

Turgid limbs

Deathly pale skin

Where firm breasts once stood

Flatness so vast.

 

There’s something sobering about those winding tubes

Suspended from all places

Like a hang man's noose

 

There is something sobering about the attempt to find remote comfort

For what’s left of their tiny frame

My random glance around the room

To hide my gushing tears from eyes with gloom

Is met by the sight of adult diapers & Cerelac

 

There’s something very sobering about holding their hand to pray

And silently knowing I have not the faith they will live to see another day.

 

There’s something very sobering…

And I don’t particularly care for this kind of sobriety!

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