By Gideon Mutai
I have been sleeping under one blanket
The doctor advises I add one atop
Considering my advanced age
Or else I catch cold
“Time and tide waits for no man”
He added.
“Sink or swim”, I told myself
I crossed the Rubicon in the nick of time
Heading towards the ‘Blankets’ Supermarket’
“How much does this blanket cost?”
I asked after examining it judiciously
“It is five hundred shillings
I’ll not tell you where it was made-Indonesia
I’ll not tell you how it was made till it is spick and span
This is what they call Raymond
I assure you that no man has used it before
Putting all these on the tapis,
The blanket is worth its price!” He answered
I had no other way of paying for it
But to exchange my five cows
For the extraordinary blanket
Not knowing if it could cover me
In summer and in autumn
When my purse is heavy and when light
I don’t know if I should pin my faith on this blanket
Till I return to the soil
From which I was made
Wow… another thought for me
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Mmmh, nice. Btw you stopped blogging?
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