GOOD MORNING ZIMBABWE
The alarm went off, my hand went out and knocked it to the floor,
“Ouch!”, I said, got out of bed and banged into the door
Grabbed my phone, nothing happened and threw it towards the bed
It crashed to the floor, flashed bright once and now it’s truly dead!
Grabbed the table, found the matches, got the candle ready
Struck five matches, five matches more, until a flame burnt steady…..
Reached out slowly, hand on guard, and just as I neared the candle
The flame went out, the candle fell and landed on my sandel
I stepped back, trod on the cat and screamed out “Effing Hell!!”
My pajama leg was torn to shreds and both knee caps as well….
“What’s going on?” my husband said, he appeared above the sheet
“I can’t see what I’m doing!” I screamed and lurched towards his feet
“Take the torch”, he switched it on and shone it in my face
All I could see was fireworks exploding out in space……
With light now present, cat consoled and order now restored
Off to the kitchen, saucepan filled from the water container hoard
More matches, (many matches and another box yet still…)
Eventually the stove was lit, the pot aflame and mugs ready to fill
Bucket bath, makeup smudged and hair in messy bun
Un-ironed clothes, (colours not matched) but all essentials done
Into the car, check the gauge and scream with rage aloud
The fuel is low, the light is on, no time to join the crowd
Of people with ripped kneecaps; broken phones and mismatched clothes
“Sorry, no Zesa – can’t fill your car, this garage will be closed…..”