Two weeks ago I had a vision,
Many would relate it to something either usual or unusual.
They were set on a voyage on the river,upwards
Headed to the Nile delta,there they found comfort.
A place they could call home,so they built trust and monetary fortresses around the silted triangular exit.
Suddenly the current switched direction,
A strong counter flow began all of them that dweleth along the river were swept aback.
Waves gushed almost magically,rushed severely most unsympathetically
Extirpating their epitome of built pride.
In a drop all was gone,
I and some strange fellow I had never seen before came into focus.
We had held on tight by the walls of the banks,
She held on to a leaning trunk,while I gripped on to some protruding rubbery root.
They from a distance watched in awe,as we dangled dangerously at the verge of some waterfall,
Fear was fire.
We just held on,
I pleaded for mercy upon our souls.
The river shouted back with a displeased harsh voice.
The Nilotes had chosen their destiny,
We were the sacrifice...
A telepathic communication between her and I transpired.
She let go of her grip,
I let go of my hold,
We drowned into the Nile.
Fell as the water falls only to emerge as bubbles,
We were an instant manifestation of young lives of value.
Though deemed worthless we felt born again in that form.
Soon the source of the Nile would see us again,
Then before the tides of the ocean occur.
We shall be remembered as legends of the Nile...
M.O.O aka Carswell evoL
