A tolerated killer
Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.
Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.
Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.
I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?
NSA Mbaya.
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