I IMAGINED ME

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📸 UBOS 

I imagined me,

Sitting, watching a household finish their lunch,

Wash their hands, 

Wipe their Mouths. 


Then me,

Salivating, swallowing. 

Sticking my eyes on their throats,

How they Galloped food down the oesophagus. 


I then imagined me,

Being a Patriotic Enumerator.

Counting because I love my country.

Because I love my Dear District, 

Because I love my County,

Because I love my Sub county, 

Because I love my Parish,

Because I love my Village, 

Because I love my father's family. 


I then imagined me writing a Poem today,

For all suffering Enumeration officers.

Then I wrote this .


© Ochago George William. 

@George The Tired Poet.

2024.

#PoeticSundays.

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