The Unthinkable Massacre

It all began by a cool slip through a latrine shortcut. Nothing could tell where I was going but suggestively I was heading to bring the cows home though they were not heavy since they could walk as I follow behind ,sounding like Satire. I switched my direction and slowly but surely descended towards a farm which we had planted some week ago and without thinking of the darkness approaching. I calmly went around the farm. May be the spirit was there.

At first what came to my view seemed like a joke but I had to open my eyes more wider to see what was not happening. It didn't came to my conscience that their was no maize only weeded beans seedling of which there was no weeds. I just assumed that no massacre had happen but some misunderstandings with my eyes.

I shifted to some further corner of the farm with some cool elephant grass aside the cultivated farm to have a small view of the environment. The evening cool breeze from Kabetenari Hills in my upcountry made my minutes more than I thought it could be.The hooting crickets and the evening chirping birds as they decide to see there home for the night amazed my thinking and left me smiling without showing any gesture. I had no stress to feel since little kids wait to be fed.

The shadows of blackness started dimly showing that time had gone and I had to move my footprints inside my shoes to go for the cows to head home though they seem to understand the time well. So my first step across the farm made me now take a more glimpse and a more of gaze trying to figure out what was not happening. .I felt sorry for the farmer for putting such energy in planting maize and beans for unfortunate survival of beans seedlings only. I walk a quarter of the farm and the story was the same no maize only beans seedlings which seemed to weeded properly.

Though I felt like it was a waste of time, I more felt like we name it "the Squirrel into maize Massacre". Not a single maize was witness by my open eyes only beans seedling. It seemed like a dream to me, pehaps I thought it will seem like a dream to the effort of the planters..

Over half of the farm had been massacred and no single maize could be detected only near the gate of the farm is where I could now see hope in about 7 lines which was up to half of them..

It was such a sorrow and bad gesture for killing many maize in the farm by Squirrels as we are praying for the rain they were busy playing for vain. There was no hope for the maize growth in the far South east end of the farm..

As I left the farm I felt the sorrow of the death of the maize and felt the sorrow of the disturbed growth of the beans..

It was a fateful journey they had to pass. May they rest in peace..