BITTER SWEET VICISSITUDE

May 1, 2020 1 By Baya Osborn

Change or vicissitude
Awfully reassuring in its tidy reliance
Something imminently bad must transpire
Is it the enacting pain of Xenophobia?
Is it Nairobi and Lusaka?
Or is it Wuhan being pandemic? It is it is!
Catastrophic, inherent evil
A tragedy more than destructive
Turned fears to tears
Of its imbecile optimism
City streets being mild; wheels mortal
Unasked, an aftermath of emotional quality
Looms and dooms
Is it to raise the mortality rate;
And strangle the struggles of birth?
Which many a times
A journey of a smile licks the lips and dances to the eyes.

But this transmutation
Has enacted an adventure of laughter which opens the mouth and tickles the throat,
Bringing forth
Calm, still, content and silence
Its aftermath, a cynical abandonment of
Vices.
Contemplation and curiosity turned to reality
The fate of the world, ahead of us by a small word
And this transition has brought forth reality
Alleviating us from more painful transitions.

Wuhan, exultant vast change
Wanting cleaning and distancing
Nairobi and Lusaka in commission; high
Though it is an Apocalypse, channel surfer
Where many lament, losing!
Sickness or sorrow
Upon the life that fades, flickers and dies
It has brought unity
Transcending to togetherness
The world being fold
Like those who wedded men with rings of Druid gold
Will you then mould
To better,
For the world has changed to the latter.
Where are you?

By Baya Osborn