Leonell EchaALMAJIRI
He fainted there,
Where he stood in the line for food.
The sun was high.
Dizziness overcame him,
Barely fifteen we could see.
Days with little food,
They said.
Many days with little to eat,
This fainting is long overdue anyway.
In his dirtied tattered clothing,
His bowl for alms begging,
Tightly clutched,
The Almajiri did not revive.
© David Onotu 2016
2 comments
Umar
September 20, 2016 at 12:16 pm
Almajiri! They call them dan Mallam meaning son of the teacher. Imagine the contrast where ur father is a teacher and u die of poverty. Nice one David.
Lotta
January 10, 2017 at 6:18 am
It’s a pleusare to find someone who can think so clearly