Wednesday, 9 September 2015

NONE FOR SALE



I went to the market
But found it not
traveled far
Visited other markets
But saw it not
It wasn’t up for sale
No one sold it
Why?
I knocked on doors
Said hello
Requested to purchase it
They threw bricks at me
They called me a fool
I really did try
But no one sold it
No one had a spare to give
Each one
His own
No spare
To give
I went back home
I watched her young eyes close
She was just too young
Too precious to me
I offered to give her mine
The doctors wouldn’t budge
I watched the color leave her pretty face
She struggled to keep hers
But it was slipping away
She was losing it
I tried to help her
I wanted to help her
Somebody help her!
No one was selling
No life for sale

By Sylvia Chika
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